Page 173 of Wild Card

“Right now, trying to figure out how fast I can fuck you.”

“That door was locked for a reason.”

She props her hand on her hip, tapping her foot and huffing out, “It’s not appropriate to break into locked rooms.”

“Gave you warning.” I pop open my jeans and step forward, hauling her to me.

She seems to forget her snit, her eyes widening when my cock presses into her. “We can’t.”

“You’re so goddamned gorgeous, Princess, not sure I can stop myself.”

“Please, I have to focus.” Her plea isn’t convincing.

My hand glides up her dress, my fingers scaling over a strip of lace. Her breath hitches when I slide them under the fabric and along her pussy.

She grips my shoulders as I play with her, strumming along her folds and clit. Her hips buck into my hand and I bend to her lips. “Focus on me, baby.”

Two fingers slide inside, scissoring and twirling, teasing her until she’s drenched.

“My dick is fucking throbbing to be inside you.”

Her tongue darts out, caressing my mouth, and she lowers her hand, fumbling with my zipper until I’m free. My fingers sweep along her inner walls once more before slipping out and curling along the thin strip of fabric at her hip. One yank and it snaps, falling to give me full access.

Surprise and desire flare in her eyes. She holds my stare, wrapping her legs around my waist and hitching up. Slowly, I ease her onto my cock. She lets out a soft gasp, rolling her hips to adjust.

“You good?”

“Please don’t mess up my hair and make-up.”

“You saying that means your mind is still somewhere else.” I drive up, her muscles clenching in response. “Get here with me, Princess.”

“I’m here, honey.”

“Do you feel me?”

“Hard not to.”

I fight my grin at her pun.

“Every fucking inch of that is yours. Never in my life has a woman made me so hard at just the sight of her. Every fucking time I see you, my cock stirs.”

My hands cup her ass, holding her tight as I thrust.

“This isn’t the savage beast who wants to fuck you hard until you’re screaming my name. This is me being inside you. Wanting to feel you. More importantly, wanting you to feel me moving inside you.”

“I feel you.”

“You got yourself all wound up. Tonight is just another night.”

“It’s much more.”

“Remember this. Anytime you get anxious, remember me being right here deep inside you. Knowing I crave this for the rest of my fucking life.”

Her gaze clears and she swivels to meet my strokes. My tongue slides inside her mouth, sweeping through and curling with hers.

She grips the back of my neck tightly, lifting and slamming back down.

Need rumbles up my throat as my balls constrict.

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