Page 14 of Summer Nights

I leaned back slightly so I could see her face, withdrawing my cock and then thrusting deep. "You need this?"

Her lips parted on a gasp, and she nodded.

I did it again, watching the flush on her cheeks, the hard points of her nipples. One day, I'd have her naked on a bed, her hair spread over my pillow and her legs parted for me. But for now, this would have to be enough.

She gripped me tight, her legs wrapped around my hips, as I drove into her. My movements grew more frantic as I chased the inevitable release. I wanted her to orgasm first, so I reached between us, circling the swollen nub. She was slick with desire.

I enjoyed the sight of her pussy stretched by my cock, the glistening evidence of her arousal, and the tightening of her body.

"Cooper," she gasped in frustration.

"You need to come."

She nodded, her eyes bright with desire.

I slowed my movements, removing my hand so that I could grind against her clit with my pelvis on every thrust. I circled my hips, and her head fell back again, her eyes falling closed. Her lips parted, and she said, "Yes."

Sweat beaded on my forehead with the effort to hold back. My muscles were locked. I needed her to come.

I wondered if she was holding back. If she was afraid to let go. To let someone else master control of her body.

Just when I thought I'd have to change tactics, her body bowed off the door, and she cried out. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world.

She spasmed around my cock, squeezing my orgasm from me. I thrust one more time and let go, spilling into the condom and resting my head against hers. Our breath was ragged as we came down from the high.

I slowly let her slide to the floor, ensuring she was steady before handing over her panties.

She eased them under her skirt before righting it and then fastening her bra and buttoning her blouse. Her cheeks were flush, her hair tangled.

I adjusted my jeans, refusing to apologize for my behavior. I couldn't give her an opening to set rules and boundaries. The more time I spent with her, the better I was able to anticipate her possible reactions. I wondered if my sixth sense about houses worked on Ivy.

When she was dressed, she attempted to fix her hair, and I immediately switched to professional mode. "I'll get started while you clean up."

I figured she'd want to visit the bathroom, and I needed to discard of the condom. I went outside and threw it into the garbage I always kept in the back of my truck. By the time I returned, she was looking slightly less freshly fucked.

I wanted her all over again. I'd never get enough of this woman.

She held up her phone. "I have some calls to make."

I raised a brow, surprised. "You don't want to follow me around?"

"I'm in the middle of contract negotiations on another house that's in a bidding war."

"Right." I believed her, but she could have done that while shadowing me. She wanted time to regroup, and I'd give her that for now. As long as she wasn't telling me this couldn't happen again.

If she started talking about rules, I was in trouble. To head it off, I went straight to work.

I took my time checking every nook in the kitchen and bathrooms before heading upstairs. Ivy was in the kitchen talking on her phone. Her voice was confident as she ran through the comps, the likely outcome, and what she knew about the other bidders.

I enjoyed the sound of her voice as I moved from one room to the next. She finally joined me when I was in the master.

"This bathroom is gorgeous."

I hadn't paid much attention to my surroundings except to look for possible issues. But I could appreciate that the recent renovation was top-notch. "You looking to renovate your master?"

Ivy shook her head. "I own a condo, but I don't intend to put any money into it."

I never thought about it, but I had no idea where she lived. "You own a condo?”

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