Page 69 of The Heiress's First Date

I swallow.

“I didn’t—” My eyes meet his, overcome. “I didn’t know I could look like that.”

He puts his phone away. “Now you know what I see when I look at you. A goddess.”

I purse my lips, ridiculously touched, and reach for him. I need my arms around him, his weight on top of me, that massive cock inside me.

He curls over me, bracing one hand against the table and then dips his head for a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps past my lips, tangling with mine, making love to me. I clutch his hips, kissing him back, drowning in sensation. Hot, hard, breathless.

His hips grind against mine, the hard length of him making me wetter, needier. I’ll never get enough. Even though he definitely hasmorethan enough to offer.

Skating my fingers down his sides, I pluck at his zipper. There’s something about being taken by him when he’s fully clothed that makes me feel extra wicked. Like I just couldn’t wait and needed to seduce him.

Which is so on point. Breathing the same air as Alex makes me want him.

He thrusts against my hand, and I smile so big my cheeks will hurt later. So eager. I love that. I love him.

“Need you,” I moan against his lips.

“Same, Beauty.”

He ducks his head, nibbling down my throat. The scruff on his cheek teases my sensitive skin, and my pulse pounds wildly, my breath hitching so I don’t miss a thing.

Gosh, he’s big. And hot. So hard and ready.

I give him a long, slow pump that pulls a growl from his lips and makes his forehead drop to my shoulder. The next one has him thrusting into my grip.

I guide him to my pussy, relishing the quick testing thrust of his hips and the way he coats himself in my wetness. And then he pushes into me with a slow, firm stroke that steals my breath. This is so much more than sex. It’s a kindred connection, and my body welcomes him, giddy at his possession.

“Yes—”

When he’s finally seated, holding himself steady, he looks down at me with an almost puzzled look on his face. “You’re so tight.”

I smile, running a finger down the bridge of his nose. “It’s all those Kegel exercises.”

He grunts and pulls his hips back, giving a small, short thrust.

The phone by my head rings with an unfamiliar tone and vibrates against the polished wood. Without missing a beat, he reaches for it. I freeze, ready to give him privacy.Tie my robe, hop off of the table, make a beeline for the bedroom.

But he doesn’t let me. He keeps me pinned, right where I’m at, impaled on his glorious erection.

He connects the call and holds it to his ear. “Hunt.”

27

ALEX/KATHERINE

“I’ve got good news and bad news,” Magnus Berg, my right-hand man, says. Despite his tough appearance and badass name, he never grew out of his love of childish games.

And just like every other time, my reply is the same. “Give me the bad news first.”

From her spot on the table, Katherine’s hands move to close her robe. I give a single shake of my head, and she pauses, questions in her eyes. I can’t answer with words, so actions will have to do because I’m certainly not stopping what we’ve started.

I’ll keep this call quick.

I grip my phone in my left hand and slide my right up Katherine’s torso, stopping right above her heart.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

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