Page 85 of Where We Bloom

One finger slips through my folds and plunges inside me, and I whimper as I lean my forehead against the wall in front of me.

“Connor.”

“So tight,” he whispers against my skin as he peppers kisses along the slope of my shoulder. “So bloodyeverything.I can’t keep my hands to myself.”

“I don’t want you to.” He adds a second finger, and I quiver around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna?—”

“Not yet,” he growls next to my ear. “My greedy girl, you’re not going to come quite yet. All I’ve thought about today is you. When I’m supposed to be working, you’re in my head. Your smart mouth and your sweet smile and the way this pussy tightens around me.”

“Oh my God.”

I hear his zipper behind me, the rustle of fabric, and then the crown of his cock isright there.

“Tell me.”

“I want you,” I moan, pushing my ass back at him, practically begging him to fuck me already. “Please.”

“That’s my girl.” He pushes inside me all the way, and he’s so big. I’m so full, I can’t help myself from crying out. “You take me so well,mo rúnsearc.Christ, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

With his hands on my hips, he sets a punishing rhythm, his hips slapping my ass with every thrust.

“Connor … ah, hell. Fuck, I’m going to come. I can’t?—”

“Do it,” he says, fisting his hand in my hair at the nape of my neck, and when he tugs, there’s no stopping the climax that consumes me. “That’s it. That’s my girl. God, you’re so bloody gorgeous when you let go like that.”

He pumps into me three more times, and then he’s grinding against me as he groans, filling me up as he comes, his forehead resting on my shoulder.

After a moment, he pulls out, and I can feel the mess of us run down my thigh, but it just makes me laugh in surprise. He just railed me against the wall because hemissed me.

That doesn’t suck.

“I’ll be right back.” But first, I turn around and pull him down to kiss me. “And for the record, I missed you, too.”

He flashes that sexy-as-all-get-out grin before I pull away and go clean myself up in the bathroom.

When I walk back out, mostly cleaned up, Ifind him leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He’s a sight to behold.

“We’re walking to your place from here,” he informs me, surprising me.

“We are? Won’t Miller be mad?”

“Miller works forme, not the other way around, and it’s a lovely summer evening. I want to take a stroll with you, angel.”

I can’t help but smile at him.

“Unless your feet hurt in those death traps you call shoes.”

“My death traps are perfectly comfortable,” I reply as I take his offered hand, and we walk out the front door. “Oh, but my car is parked out back.”

“I’ll have Miller handle it.”

“Poor Miller. He shouldn’t have to do that.”

Connor laughs and kisses the back of my hand. “Trust me, Miller’s just fine.”

I lock the door, set the alarm, and then, with my hand clutched in his and our fingers laced, we walk side by side down the sidewalk toward my house.

“Tell me about your ideal home library,” he says, making me frown up at him.

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