Page 66 of The Fix Up

“Holly, stop,” he gasped, his breath warm on her thigh. “I need to be inside you.”

“Condom,” she breathed, thankful she’d had the foresight to shove one in her wallet. She located her purse on the floor and found the foil packet in a heartbeat. She tore it open and sheathed him with it faster than she’d ever performed the task in her life. Then she moved over him, pinning him on his back. She crawled up his body until her knees splayed around his hips and his cock hovered so close to her opening, even the tiniest movement would have him inside her. Ben put his hands on her waist.

“Do it, Holly,” he breathed. “Fuck me.”

The words sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, rattling her from the nape of her neck to the tips of her toes. He was staking his claim, stepping up to the plate like a real CEO and demanding what he wanted.

And what he wanted washer.

Holly licked her lips. “You drive a hard bargain, Mr. CEO.”

“Let’s put this deal to bed.”

“I’m nothing if not a team player.”

She grabbed hold of his cock and slid it inside her, gasping as he filled her completely. She stayed motionless for a few seconds, her body adjusting to the feel of him rooted so deeply. Then she began to move.

He moaned and slid his hands up her rib cage, cupping her breasts as she moved over him.

“Ben, you feel so good.”

“So do you. So tight. So wet.”

She rode him slowly at first, enjoying the slow build of pleasure and the feel of his swollen shaft buried deep inside her. She felt her hips quickening even before she realized she was doing it, her pace growing more frenzied as the pressure inside her began to build.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, stroking his thumbs over her nipples. “Make yourself come.”

She drew her hands up to her breasts, her fingers twining with his to squeeze and knead and stroke. She wasn’t usually this bold when it came to touching herself in front of a man, but something about Ben brought it out in her. Emboldened by the pleasure coursing through her, she moved her palm down her belly. She let her index finger graze her clit, softly at first, then with a firmer touch.

She gasped at the sensation as Ben thrust his hips up to drive deeper into her. “That’s it, honey,” he whispered. “Show me how you like it.”

She’d never felt so bold with a man before, so confident taking her own pleasure while a strong, solid male moved beneath her.

“God, Ben.”

“Keep going, baby. Stroke your clit while you ride me.”

“That feels so fucking good,” she moaned.

“Tell me when you’re close, baby.”

“I’m close,” she breathed, riding him harder now. “So close.”

“Open your eyes, Holly. I want to watch you when you come.”

She obeyed, pretty sure she’d do anything he told her to right now. His eyes were dark and molten, the amber flecks sparking in a beam of light through a part in the curtains. Holly locked her gaze on his, conscious of the blood pounding in her head, Ben pounding between her legs, and the delicious eruption building inside her.

“Ben!”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Do it. I’m there with you.”

He thrust up to meet her, angling his hips to hit something so mind-blowing she went orbiting into a new dimension of pleasure. She screamed from the shock and the ecstasy and the utter certainty she’d never felt anything like this before.

She saw Ben’s eyes go wide and felt him shudder beneath her. “Oh, God.”

His gaze locked with hers as he dropped his hands to her hips and brought her down harder onto him. With each wave that hit her, another crashed into him until they were both sweaty and dizzy and totally, completely spent.

Holly collapsed forward, landing with her head on his chest. Ben rolled to his side, easing her with him so they lay face to face with their breath mingling and their limbs caught in a delicious tangle.

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