Page 99 of Black Sheep

“Fucking.”

Her gaze swings to me, and she laughs. “You’re obsessed with sex.”

I’m obsessed with you. “Nothing wrong with a healthy libido.”

One beautifully shaped eyebrow lifts. “There’s healthy. And then there’s super-charged. And then, there’s you.”

My gaze traces over her. Lingers on her kiss-swollen mouth, the nipples ripening beneath her dress. “What can I say? I have the perfect stimulus right in front of me. And I don’t see you complaining.”

Her exhale is as unsteady as mine. It pleases me that she needs to make a huge effort to redirect her attention to the crossword. “Anyway, it’s fourteen letters.” Her foot taps as her brow creases again.

I close the email containing Malone’s abysmally disappointing report—he really needs to go—power down the laptop and walk around my desk. “I can tell you but it’ll cost you. Big.”

Her gaze darts back to me, the bright blue darkening to a perfect navy when it drops to my crotch. “Is there room for negotiation?”

I’ve started going commando when we’re together. So much quicker to get inside her. Beneath my jeans, the power surging through my cock is plain for her to see. “No, baby. Payment in full. Upfront.”

Her fingers convulse around the newspaper. “It’s the last clue. I really need it,” she pleads raggedly.

I nod. “It’s easy, sweetheart. Give me what I want then you’ll get what you want.”

I reach her, drop onto my knees beside her, and flick a nail over one erect nipple. Her tortured moan is music to my ears.

“Y-yes…”

“What was that, baby?”

“Yes, I…accept your deal,” she gasps.

Transferring my finger to her other nipple, I slide my other hand up one supple thigh, kneading and caressing her exquisite skin.

“Axel…” Her moan is needy. And yet the power of it weakens me.

I yank down the elastic bodice and bare her breasts to my greedy gaze. “Beautiful Cleo. So fucking beautiful.” I drop my head to one globe, suck and lick until she’s writhing. My upward caress reaches the outer lips of her pussy. Desperate to see her, I toss up her dress, exposing her perfect little mound. She’s still wet from my fucking two hours ago. But holy fuck, I want her wetter. I want her wearing my possession on every inch of her body.

Her pen drops and rolls away, and her hand reaches down between my legs. The top of my head threatens to blow off when she fondles me boldly through my jeans. I roll my tongue over her velvet-soft nipples, hopelessly, fatally addicted to their perfection.

Her eager hips pump, searching greedily for my touch. I slide one finger inside her. Two. Her tissues are swollen. Fuck, she’s probably sore. I need to throttle back this insane need to have her, every minute of every day.

But she loves it. And I crave it. It’s the only time I am unequivocally confident that she’s wide open to me.

And that fucking gushing? It’s a new addiction I never want to deny myself. I plunge my fingers deep, stroke up to that sweet spot. Her flesh closes around my digits and she gives a tiny scream.

Fuck, there it is…

“Oh, A-Axel!”

I pull back and watch the convulsions rip through her, all while her hand is wrapped tight around my cock. I trail my nose over her skin, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

Her hand continues to stroke me until the red haze of lust completely engulfs me. Pulling my fingers from her, I stagger to my feet. “Need you, Cleo. Fucking need you.”

“Yes.” She lurches upright and scoots to the edge of the seat. I catch her tiny wince and change tactics.

“Your mouth, baby. On me.” Complete sentences evade me, and I can barely breathe.

“Yes!” Her eager hands push my T-shirt out of the way and attack my fly. My heavy girth drops into her hands, and a second later, her mouth is on me.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I groan.

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