Page 44 of His Son's Ex

Groaning, I push her back gently, lifting her chin. Her lips are swollen, her eyes gleaming with mischief, a small smirk on her face.

“You taste better than I imagined,” she says.

I laugh, hauling her to her feet. “You’ll kill me like that, woman.”

She smiles wide, but it fades when I crash my mouth onto hers, desperation fueling me. She kisses me back with equal hunger, her hands roaming up my chest to my shoulders, then around my neck.

I guide her backward until the edge of the desk presses against her hips. I peel her blouse from her body, tossing it aside. She’s wearing a sexy, silky bra underneath, the sight of which nearly robs me of breath.

I slide my palm over her covered breast, feeling the taut peak beneath the fabric. She gasps, arching into my touch. “Dante,” she whispers.

I reach behind with my other hand, unhooking her bra and letting it fall away. She’s so damn perfect. I dip my head and brush my mouth across her collarbone, trailing kisses down to her chest. She tangles her fingers in my hair, a shuddering moan escaping her lips as I taste her skin.

I can’t resist slipping a hand between her thighs. The slick warmth I find there sparks an uncontrollable wave of need.

Her head falls back in pleasure, another soft moan filling the quiet.

“I need you,” she breathes.

I respond by cupping her more firmly, stroking until she whimpers, her hips grinding against my hand. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I can tell she’s at the edge already, the tension radiating off her in waves.

She stands half-naked, trembling. I wrap an arm around her waist and turn her gently, pressing her forward so she’s bracedagainst the desk. She looks over her shoulder, eyes aflame with desire and mischief.

“I’m not fragile, you know,” she murmurs, pressing her ass against me enticingly.

“Good,” I say, “because I’m not going to be gentle.”

She raises a brow and we share a knowing smile before I tug her panties to the side and plunge into her with one swift thrust. She cries out in half-surprise, half-pleasure. The feeling of her enveloping me is almost too much, a nearly unbearable tightness that steals the breath from my lungs.

Her hands grip the edge of the desk as I hold her hips, setting an insistent rhythm. Each thrust sends jolts of bliss up my spine. I growl as I watch her, watch the way her body responds to my cock vanishing deep inside.

She’s panting and gasping my name. I reach around her body and find her swollen clit, stroking it in time with our rhythm. Her entire body shudders, and I know she’s close.

“Let go,” I murmur, leaning in to press hot kisses to her shoulder. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

Her reply is a long, husky moan. Within seconds, she stiffens, a sharp cry breaking from her lips as her pussy spasms around me. The sensation nearly blinds me, the tight pulsing around my length pushing me dangerously close to the brink.

But I’m not done. I slow my movements, letting her ride out the wave, then gently guide her around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her breathing ragged. Our eyes lock as I lift her onto the desk.

She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and our bodies become one again. This angle is more intimate; being face-to-face allows me to watch the flickers of emotion cross her features. She clings to me, nails raking lightly down my back, fueling the raw lust pounding in my veins.

I start slow, drawing out every sensation. She moans, lips parting in a silent plea for more. I claim her mouth again, tangling my tongue with hers as I thrust deeper, each stroke sending pleasure through my body.

She breaks the kiss, tilting her head back on a gasp. “Dante. Oh god?—”

“Look at me,” I order, voice taut with hunger and need.

She forces her eyes open, meeting my gaze. I see a flash of vulnerability, and it ignites a fierce possessiveness inside me.

I press my forehead to hers, our breaths mingling. My pace quickens, every thrust drawing a whimper from her. When I lower my hand between us, circling that tight bundle of nerves, she shatters again. Her cries echo in my ears, her body gripping me like a vice.

The feel of her climax tears away my last thread of control. With a low groan, I let go, burying myself deep as I pulse inside her. My vision whites out for a moment, raw pleasure rippling through me in waves I can’t contain.

We collapse, damp skin pressed together, hearts galloping in tandem. For a long minute we stay that way, just breathing, basking in the afterglow.

I gently ease out of her, pressing my forehead to hers once again. She closes her eyes, a trembling sigh leaving her lips.

“Wow,” she whispers, a note of awe in her voice that makes me grin.

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