Page 35 of Steal My Breath Away

“Someone has to be dressed to answer the door.” He ripped off my panties and then unzipped, pulling out his cock, thick and hard and bigger than I’d ever imagined.

Unable to resist, I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking and squeezing until he groaned.

“Is this for me?” I asked as his eyes glazed over and his body shuddered.

“You’re going to get that and more if you don’t stop.” He put a gentle hand over mine and moved me away. “I want to be inside you the first time. I want to feel your hot, wet pussy around me when you come all over my cock.”

My breath hitched. “I want that, too.”

Ace rolled on a condom from his pocket. “Are you ready for me?”

“So ready.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, licking my lips in anticipation. It had been a long time. Too long.

I felt him pushing at my entrance, so big, so wide. For a moment I thought he’d be too much, but when he pushed inside all I felt was pleasure. I let out a shuddering breath at the sensation of being stretched and filled, bracing myself on the desk. Me and Ace. Together at last. He pulled out and thrust again, burying himself to the hilt in one hard stroke.

“You feel so good when you take it deep.” He slammed into me, and I let out a moan as the desk banged against the wall.

“Desk,” I panted. “People.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I have wanted you for so long I don’t give a damn who hears us.” He pounded into me, setting up a rhythm that was matched by the slam of the desk and the thud of my heart. Everything tightened inside me as he quickened his pace, the drag of his cock against my sensitive inner walls winding me tighter and tighter. “I want to hear you come,” he gritted out. “I want to hear what I do to you.”

“I need it rough.” I groaned. “I need you to fuck me so hard we break the desk.”

He hissed in pleasure. “I’ll give you that and more.” Reaching between us, he circled his thumb around my clit as he ground into me, his gentle touch a contrast to the hard thrusts that slammed the desk into the wall over and over. When we were both breathless, our skin slick with exertion, he caught my lips in a scorching kiss and pressed his thumb down firmly, sending me into a whirlpool of ecstasy that swirled through my body until I was nothing but a blaze of sensation. With one last thrust, his cock pulsed with his own release, and a groan ripped from his throat.

“Oh my God.” I was sticky with sweat, pulse thudding, chest heaving, physically spent, and all I could think was how I wanted him again. Save for that singular image, my mind was uncharacteristically quiet and still. I could actually hear myself think. Icould follow one thought, and it led to the man who had dropped his hands to the desk and rested his forehead against mine. I followed the thread, and realized with hideous certainty that if I let him get too close, he might open that black box of pain inside me and set everything free.

I didn’t want to go down that road, didn’t need that emotional connection. We were compatible on a physical level. I didn’t need any more.

“That was—” A knock on the door cut him off and he quickly zipped up his pants.

“Room service.”

I jumped off the desk and made a run for the bathroom while Ace pulled his shirt over his head.

“This reminds me of the night you and Matt came home from a party, and I had sneaked Adrian Yang into the house,” I called out. “I ran naked into the washroom then, too.”

“You told Matt you were studying.”

“I didn’t lie.” I leaned out the bathroom door. “We were studying anatomy.”

We ate. We had more sexy times. Finally, we collapsed on Ace’s enormous bed. I’d only had a few hours’ sleep the night before, and that was on the floor, so my eyes closed as soon as my head hit the pillow. “No funny stuff,” I mumbled.

“There’s nothing funny about a naked Haley in my bed.” He lay on his back and pulled me across his chest, tucking my head against his shoulder. Not as soft as a pillow, but so much warmer.

“Are you going to sleep, too?”

“I’m too wound up,” he said. “Sing me one of your songs. I don’t remember hearing any of your originals in your streams.”

“I haven’t uploaded them,” I said. “They’re more of a catharsis for me. I don’t know if I could open myself up to sharing that kind of pain.”

Ace folded his hands behind his head. “So that’s what you do instead of cry?”

It took a few moments before I could answer. He saw me. He’d always seen me. He’d always known when “fine” didn’t really mean “fine” at all.

“I suppose so.” I ran my finger along the rough bristles of his jaw, and then over the mouth that had given me so much pleasure. Ace took my finger and sucked it gently between his lips. I felt the gentle pressure as a throb between my legs and suddenly I wasn’t tired anymore.

“Do you enjoy working with A-list celebrities?” I asked, moving away from the uncomfortable subject of my feelings. “What are they like?”

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