Page 18 of North

She oozes so much confidence it takes the edge off my disrupted feelings.

“So,” she says, her voice dripping with challenge, “what are you going to do about it?”

I stare at her, caught between the gravity of the situation and the magnetic pull of her presence. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love it,” she quips, her lips curving into a daring smile. She tilts her head, her glossy hair cascading over her shoulder. “Come on, Paquette. Or are you going to make me do all the work?”

Something in her tone—playful, provocative and utterly irresistible—snaps the last thread of my restraint. I close the distance between us in one step, my hands bracketing her hips against the shelf as I capture her mouth with mine.

Farren’s fingertips sink down into the front of my pants, inching past my belt, and she tries to jerk me closer to her. But I hold back, unwilling to give up any control. She snapped what little common sense I might have had to derail this craziness, but now that I’m here, I’m going to set the pace.

It’s never lost on me that someone could come knocking on that door at any moment, so we don’t have time for a lot of foreplay. I grip her jaw and end the kiss, staring down at her beautiful face.

“This needs to be fast,” I growl, and then I nip her lower lip, because I do have time for that.

Farren’s eyes glaze over and she fucking whimpers. “I like it fast. And hard too.”

“Christ,” I growl, and then I’m tearing at her clothes.

Pittsburgh in the winter demands heavy jeans, boots, chunky sweaters, and Farren’s got every bit of that on. I leave the upper half alone and help to tear at the bottom half, once again going to my knees to get rid of the offending barriers. Off come her boots and then I’m dragging her tight jeans down her legs. There’s a lot of mumbling, some curses as she tries to help and at onepoint, I start to rise as she bends over and our heads knock into each other.

Farren laughs low and husky, but I’m not laughing as she gets my pants worked open. The minute she grabs my cock, I know this was the best decision I’ve ever made and I’ll worry about the remorse tomorrow.

My hand dives between her legs as our teeth clash in another frenzied kiss. I find her warm, wet and inviting. I sink a finger into her, love the way she gyrates on it and then stretch her with another.

“Okay,” she gasps as I circle a finger around her clit. “I’m about as ready as I need to be.”

Yeah, she’s drenched, and as much as I’d love to get her off just once before I fuck her, we’re on the clock. Nothing matters except for this moment, this intense and forbidden connection between us.

My dick is hard as a rock and I push my pants down a little farther. I consider fucking her against the wall like I did the other night, but nah… something different.

Gaze landing on the lone barstool, I spin her around toward it. “Bend over.”

She drops without hesitation, back arching and ass sticking up toward me as she braces herself. I reach to the side, push her sweater up and out of the way, stroking my hand on the soft skin. I slip a finger inside her and she jerks.

“North,” she moans as I work her. “Please.”

I want nothing more than to sink into her, but instead I slip a hand around her front and under her sweater where I palm one of her breasts. I squeeze, seek her nipple through the lace of her bra and roll it between my thumb and forefinger.

She gasps and wiggles her ass, but I ignore it. Bending over her, I bring my other hand between her legs and rub at her most sensitive spot. Farren makes a choking sound, pushes back against me in a silent plea for my cock.

Doesn’t seem to matter that we might be caught at any moment, I’m too invested in her pleasure now. I circle her clit and every few strokes, I plunge a finger inside her wet channel. Farren groans, flexes her hips and I let her ride my hand for a bit.

I lower myself until my chest is pressed against her back, fucking her a little harder with my fingers. “Feel good?”

“So good,” she moans. “But I want more.”

I plunge deep into her, relentlessly searching for that sweet spot within. My thumb presses down on her clit, eliciting desperate moans and pleas for release. I can sense her climax approaching as she’s trembling and struggling to catch her breath.

I let go of her breast, take my dick in hand and thrust into her with zero finesse and all brute force. Farren cries out as she takes me, her orgasm ripping free as sheconvulses all around me.

“Oh God! Oh God. Oh God.” She chants over again as I fuck her hard and without mercy. I chase the same orgasm she just had.

My heart thuds relentlessly against my rib cage, the sound of blood rushing in my ears. Slick beads of sweat roll down my flushed forehead and I focus intently on the sounds coming from Farren. With each thrust, I sink deeper into her warmth and her moans of pleasure urge me on.

I’d hoped she’d come again, but there’s no holding back my release. My entire body tenses as I erupt inside her with a long groan of satisfaction. It goes on and on, ripping me apart in all the right ways.

My hips continue to thrust shallowly against her and Farren reaches back, presses her hand to my thigh where she squeezes, as if she’s trying to give me some measure of comfort.

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