Page 27 of Hot Receiver

A spicy, woodsy scent clouds the air around me, making me dizzy with emotions I was convinced I’d boxed up in the far recesses of my charred heart. I swallow hard, inhaling the masculine cologne and letting it infuse me.

With stilted breath, I grab onto the lapels of his jacket and push him back against the wall before I slam my chest into his massive one and crush my lips against his. He brings his hands to the back of my hair and tugs, his mouth devouring me like he’s a starving lion and I’m his very eager prey. Our tongues dance, spiraling with pent-up hunger. I bite his lower lip, dragging it through my teeth the way I know makes him crazy.

His cock swells in response. He thrusts his hips against me, grinding against my own raging hard-on. I love hearing the sound of his moans and mewls. The vibration of his lips against my neck, his teeth nipping at my earlobe just the way he knows makesmecrazy… fuck, is this really happening?

I drink him in, everything I’ve been missing, everything I’ve denied needing for so long.

His muscles ripple and tense under my demanding touch.

What the hell am I doing? This man is the devil. I loved him, trusted him.

Then, he lit a torch and threw it on my life, like gasoline on an open flame.

But none of that stops me now. He’s like the most addictive drug. You know you need to just say no, but there’s something too tempting to turn away. Then, after one hit, you’re finished for life. Ruined forever.

Goddammit!

I slip my hands underneath his jacket and fist the back his shirt. My fingers ache to dig into his skin, to drag my nails over every cut of muscle, to leave evidence of my need and desire all over his god-like body.

Oh, holy fuck. The energy between us is so combustible, it’s entirely possible that we can burst into raging flames at any second. And the fact that anyone could walk into this stairwell and catch us… it should be enough of a threat to make me stop.

But it only makes me hotter.

I cup his dick, kneading it through his suit pants. He melts into me like putty. I fumble with his belt buckle and pull open his pants before slipping a hand into his boxer briefs. I stroke his hard length and grip his balls, deepening our kiss. He chokes on a gasp at my harsh grip. I tease his slit with my finger. Precum pools at the tip, and my mouth waters with need.

Need to taste him.

Need to fuck him.

But I have to hate him, dammit.

He’s my undoing.

His hand is down my pants before I realize it. My knees buckle as his strong fingers slide up and down with long, hard strokes. A deep ache settles in my balls.

“You fucking hit me,” he growls against my lips.

“That’s not even close to the worst punishment you deserve.” I slam into him, pressing my hips against his, the friction between us too delicious to put into words.

“What else do you have in mind? Tell me what you’d do to me. Tell me how it would feel.” He pulls my head back so his lips can assault my neck. His breath is hot against my skin, his lips suckling my jugular so he can leave his own mark on me.

He. Remembers.Everything.

I struggle for breath, my lungs constricted by an imaginary chain pulled tight enough that I can barely squeeze out a gasp of air. Dizziness consumes my lust-cloud mind. Suddenly, I’m back at Ohio State that first night we fucked. The thrill of the forbidden captivated us both, making us do stupid, reckless things…

No, I don’t want to think about that now.

This bliss-filled bubble we’re in can pop so quickly if those toxic thoughts prick at it.

“So many depraved things,” I moan, jerking his cock harder and faster. “And you fucking deserve every single one of them. I want to hear you scream and beg me to stop when I push you beyond your limits.”

“Except I have no limits with you.” His eyes float open, glimmering with something so carnal, so primal, I can almost come right now from only his hand and his words filled with such dirty promise. “But you already know that.”

My cock throbs in his grip, and then, his fingers slip underneath my balls and tease my hole.

No, no, no!

I can’t let this happen. I can’t let him in. Not again.

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