Page 63 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

Without hesitation, she yanked his shirt up, her lips on his chest before he managed to remove it completely.Her tongue swiped over one nipple, and he groaned as her teeth bit down gently.Reaching around to unhook her bra, he eased the straps off of her shoulders, his lust ratcheting up when she backed off him and stood, discarding it on the floor.Slipping a condom out of her purse, she unzipped her skirt and shimmied it off her hips.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” he moaned when he caught sight of the thong she chose, the red one she wore the night he first had her splayed out in his shop, the lace leading to a thin silver chain arcing over her hips.He stood up on autopilot, drawn to the view before him.

“Fuck yeah is right,” she agreed, popping the button of his jeans and easing the zipper down.Her hand slid into his boxers, her fingers gripping his cock and pumping him slowly.She pushed him onto one of the kitchen chairs, palming him with one hand and passing him the condom with other.“Open it and slide it on nice and slow.”

He obeyed, his heart thumping hard against his ribs as she watched him roll the thin latex down his shaft, her hips moving into the perfect position for him to push into her, the lace thong the only barrier between him and paradise.He tugged the delicate fabric aside, exhaling when her nails dug into his shoulder as she lowered herself onto him.Pausing to give her body time to adjust to his size, she began to move, the sensual roll of her hips almost sending him over the edge.

He cupped her breast and sat up to flick his tongue over her nipple, his head dropping back when he felt her fingers skim over his balls.

“Jocelyn,” he growled, his hips bucking when she adjusted her position, and he plunged deeper inside her.“You gotta give me a minute.”

She arched back and grasped his knees.“And you gotta give it to me hard.One of us is getting her way before the timer goes off.”

Clenching his teeth, he grabbed her hips to keep her in place.He pounded into her, torn between watching them in the hall mirror across the room and watching her ride him.One was an incredible view of her breasts moving with every thrust, her lean thighs spread wide so he could see where they were joined.The other provided the sight of her ass under his hands, bare except for the thong she wore for him.

And neither were helping him in the lasting department.

He brought his thumb to her nub, his rhythm faltering when he let go of her hip.

Swatting his hand away, she took over, her breathing growing heavy.“I’m on it.You keep banging me.”

His laugh turned into a pained groan when his balls tightened at the vision of her touching herself, the sensation of her walls gripping him barreling him toward the peak.“Ah, fuck,” he moaned, his head dropping back.“Baby, I’m gonna come.”

Her hand grasped his shoulder, and he felt her thighs squeeze his.“Push me over the edge, Birch,” she panted in his ear.“Please.”

He dug his heels into the floor and increased his speed.“You’re so fucking wet and tight,” he growled, releasing her hip long enough to slap her ass.“All I can think about is fucking you in every room of this house and eating that sweet pussy until you beg me to send you over the edge.”He spanked her again and he grit his teeth as he felt the first flutters of her orgasm.“You make me so fucking hard I can’t hold back.I need you to come for me, baby.”

His hips slammed into her as his release tore out of him.He was vaguely aware of Jocelyn clinging to him as she rode out her own orgasm, the heat of her body pressed against his almost unbearable as his every nerve lit up and a quiet timer went off on the counter.

“Nice work,” she panted in his ear, climbing off of him and sliding her skirt up over her hips.“Coffee time.”

Gathering what was left of his mind, he launched at her phone, set a new timer, and caged her against the counter.

*

Birch glanced atJocelyn as she tilted the visor of his truck down, flipped the cover to the mirror open, and touched up her lipstick while she continued to walk him through possible scenarios that could unfold over the next twenty-four hours.

How she could switch so fast from the moaning vixen splayed across his kitchen counter to this cutthroat tigress was beyond him.Her beautiful mind was already in overdrive, the fingers that had left long scratches down his biceps flying across the screen of her phone as she fired off texts and made notes.

His mind was still easing back to reality after a second toe-curling orgasm, her taste still tempting him on his tongue.

“But either way, you don’t say a word unless Puller or I approve it,” she said, snapping the visor up and meeting his gaze.“Seriously, Birch?I know that look.”

“I can’t help it.”He shrugged as he made a left.“I think you broke me.”

Her expression shifted from exasperation with a hint of amusement to solid worry.“Why don’t you park over there and we can slow down, give you time to examine your options.We can give Puller a call and review the information, or get Angelo—”

“Or you can be okay with me handing you the reins on this.Because aside from Winter, I’ve never trusted anyone to decide what’s best for me,” he interjected, wrapping his hand over hers.“Andthat lookisn’t me wanting to get down and dirty again, though I definitely do.Preferably in the shower since you didn’t let me last night.That lookis just me being totally blown away by how incredible you are, how fucking smart you are, and how lucky I am to have you in my corner.”

Her eyes softened and she bumped her forehead lightly against his shoulder.“No pressure, right?”

“None.If I end up in the slammer for a century, I’ll still know you tried.Which is more than anyone other than my brothers have ever done for me.”

Straightening up, she exhaled and turned her attention back to her buzzing phone.“Alright.Today’s goal is keeping you out of lockup so the shower sex you’re hoping for happens with me and not some beefcake serving life.Because you are very cute and those Baker buns are very appealing.”

*

Jocelyn stood betweenBirch and the police station, knowing that even with her heels she couldn’t block his view of the large glass doors.

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