Page 21 of Reluctantly Yours

Or so I thought.

He pushed deeper, his thick shaft stretching me to my limits.I went stiff, sucking in a sharp, surprised breath.His breathing was strained when he asked, “You okay?”I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, and he started to move.Slow.Deliberate, making me feel every inch of him.He was so big, and the friction unlocked a deeper, aching sort of pleasure that began to build.

“As tight as I thought,” he groaned out, taking my ankles in his hands and raising them to rest on his shoulders.“So fucking tight.Going to make me come…”

His filthy words, paired with each stroke, created something big enough to scare me.I’d never felt this way.I didn’t know it was possible.Gritting my teeth, I whispered, “Fuck me.Hard.Make me come again.”

Who was I?A better question was how could I ever go back to who I was before now that I knew the thrill of feeling him move inside me, grunting with every stroke, with each time our bodies slapped together in a rhythm that finally broke when he lost control.

Spreading my legs again, he lowered himself to his palms, one on either side of my head.He drove into me, forcing another strained breath with every wild, punishing stroke.“Tighter… fuck, you’re getting tighter,” he rasped, and now his body glistened with sweat and his skin flushed.The tendons stood out along his neck as he tensed, holding back.

He didn’t need to.

I didn’t want him to.

“Come with me,” I begged, lifting my hips to meet his strokes.God, he was beautiful, and right now he was all mine.“Please.”

He grunted as he slammed against me, making me squeal.I had to press my lips against his shoulder to muffle what I couldn’t hold back when the world shattered.

He buried his face in my neck, groaning as he came, my muscles squeezing around him.My legs clenched, locking around his hips, holding him in place until the wave passed, and I was breathless, shaking in the aftermath.

Shit.

No pretending that didn’t happen.

No pretending I didn’t want to, either, not that I ever would.I wanted every second of it.

What was worse, I already wanted him again.My pulse still hadn’t slowed, and I hadn’t caught my breath, but I already knew that much.To hell with right and wrong.Life was too short.

Or so I needed to believe by the time he lifted his head to gaze down at me.His hazel eyes searched my face, looking for what?Understanding?Acceptance?

“Don’t you dare tell me that can’t happen again,” he whispered.“Because it’s going to.You know that, right?It’s just sex.Purely physical.Right?”

There was nothing I wouldn’t have agreed to with this man still between my legs, deep in my pussy, but the thought of complicating things meant there was only one answer that made any sense.“Yes, it’s just sex,” I agreed.

The best sex I’ve ever had.

“Because telling ourselves it shouldn’t and can’t happen again…” He grunted and shook his head.“It would be a waste of time.”

I couldn’t find the words.I could only nod, accepting the inevitable.There was no going back, and that was fine with me, so long as it meant having him like this.

Even when I knew it couldn’t last forever.

9

TRAVIS

At the end of a long table high above Manhattan, I looked down its length into the faces of people who made Penny Anderson seem downright dull.I didn’t think I’d ever had my ass kissed so many times, by so many people, in such a short span.I’d be lucky if I didn’t leave this board meeting with a rash.

“What I see here looks good,” I decided.This wasn’t my first time looking over the contracts for the purchase and expansion of a major port along the Hudson River.It would allow me to effectively double the size of my fleet and the number of shipping routes available.

Yesterday, I’d met with consultants who outlined the various routes and had already cleared any red tape.It was amazing what money would do when put to use.It opened doors and created opportunities.Like the opportunity to leave my father and his sorry excuse for a company so far in the dust, I wouldn’t be able to see him in my rearview mirror.

The thought of him set my teeth on edge, forcing me to pretend I studied a contract I already knew from front to back.It was either that or allow my board members a glimpse of the disgust I knew was written across my face.The image of my father’s cold, domineering stare usually did that to me.

And there were other images I fought hard for a long time to keep out of my head.The things I wanted to forget, needed to forget, if I had any hope of moving forward with my life.He had done his damnedest to destroy it.When had he made up his mind to do it?Before or after I told him I would rather swallow glass than spend a single hour working for him?

“Mr.Knight?”

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