Never did she think she’d beg for sex.“Please fuck me.”
“Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
A second finger joined the first, stretching her out.When she undulated against his hand, he withdrew it and held onto his cock, guiding her down and impaling her with one thrust.Their lovemaking was fast and frenzied.She rode him like she’d been doing it for years, chasing her release.He watched her, fascinated by the flush in her cheeks and the lust in her eyes.Grabbing her hips, he sped her up, fucking faster.Harder.Deeper.
His orgasm rested just below the surface, and he tried to hold on, but he consumed her scent.Her touch.How she felt in his arms.There was no stopping the crest, and as he fell, he bit her nipple.With a scream, she convulsed, and her pussy clamped down on his dick, making it almost impossible for him to move.His climax consumed him, burning him alive.If he died right then, he’d die a happy man.
Chapter Seventeen
Saxon sauntered intoJeremiah’s office and plopped down on the sofa, propping his feet up on the coffee table as he ate an ice cream sandwich.
“You didn’t bring me one?”Jeremiah asked, one eyebrow raised.
“You’re lactose intolerant.”
“No, I’m not.”
Saxon frowned.“Yes, you are.You told me you were lactose intolerant.”
“When did I tell you this nonfactual revelation?”
“June fourth, five years ago.”
Jeremiah tossed his pen down onto his desk and rubbed his temples.“Let me get this straight.You can remember the date that I didnottell you this, but you can’t remember the code to your apartment?”
Saxon licked the dripping vanilla ice cream.“What’s your point?”
“I’m amazed you haven’t made me crazy.”He waved his hand, as if clearing the thoughts.“Never mind.Have you found our mole?”
Saxon stuffed the rest of the cold treat into his mouth.“Ah oo be at tis ittl.”
“English please.”
Suddenly, Saxon grabbed his head.“Brain freeze!”