Page 63 of The Nanny and the Beefcake
The power of three bound them together with an invisible thread.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and heart to heart, they moved together, awash in a sea of titillating pleasure.
Each drive of Raz’s hard length and the impassioned friction sparking white-hot between them carried her higher and higher. Like a line of roller coaster cars ticking up the track, grinding and pumping, headed for the top of the highest peak, their lovemaking fueled the ascent.
“You’re so close, plum. I can feel it,” he bit out, dialing up his pace as the machine clicked into the spin cycle.
“Yes,” she cried.
Hearts beating as one, she held his gaze. The blue and violet haze exploded to include every color of the rainbow. The brilliant hues flashed before her eyes. An energy, no, a force like nothing she’d experienced, flowed between them. Encased in tangible color, she bucked her hips as an awareness set in.
She was there, perched on the precipice of total orgasmic release.
There was no more searching. She’d reached the top of the peak. It was time to buckle up and enjoy the ride. A bead of perspiration trailed between her breasts. She didn’t know if it belonged to her or Raz or if the intensity of their lovemaking had created a whole new weather system inside the laundry room that was about to drench them in a hot, steamy downpour. And then, even though they were writhing together, panting and moaning, not holding back, a stillness in her spirit took hold.
Sweet release, in three, two, one…
“Hello, orgasm, it’s me, Libby Lamb!”she cried as her pleasure hit in a wild crescendo. The whoosh, the rush, the heat, and the unstoppable force of their bodies carried them careening down the good old track to Climax Town. Cresting and descending, they rode the rails of ecstasy, up and down, thrust after powerful thrust. Seventy-five days of pent-up sexual frustration exploded like a giant orgasm cake loaded with TNT.
And Raz never looked away. He never closed his eyes. He never left her.
He tightened his hold, gripping her ass and not letting up one single bit as he roared his release. Drenched in sweat, bodies slick, and their breaths coming fast and hard, they clung to each other, reveling in their shared bliss.
Had she ever been this present? Her mind, body, and spirit had converged on one salient, dirty as hell thought: This man better keep screwing her brains out.
“She’s back, Raz! My O, my sacral chakra hasn’t glowed like this in weeks,” she exclaimed, working to catch her breath in a fog of sex-charged erotic energy.
Raz watched her as a sated smile spread across his lips.
Yes, there was an edge of arrogance in his expression, but it wasn’t that cocky twist of a smirk he’d launched at her seventy-five days ago. Now, tenderness wove its way through the man. She could feel it as much as she could see it. Cast in that brilliant blue and violet, he ran his fingertips down her jawline as wonder sparkled in his gray eyes.
“Wham, bam, look at that, Libby Lamb. You’re sure that was your O?” he asked, the awe in his gaze changing into a mischievous glimmer.
She’d wanted to throttle the man when he’d hurled theWham, bamline at her before she hurled the vibrators at him. But now, she found it oddly endearing.
She worked to catch her breath. “You know it was my O.”
He nodded. “I have an idea.”
“Oh yeah?”
“It’s regarding thecurriculum,” he continued, then pressed a kiss beneath her earlobe.
“Go on,” she said on a breathy sigh.
“If we want to do this right, like a real experiment, we should make sure this result wasn’t a fluke. It’s like my training. One day hitting every target isn’t enough to say I’m ready for a fight.”
“Are you suggesting we compile more data?”
Please. Say. Yes.
That cocky smirk returned. “What do you think?”
“That would be the most prudent course of action—especially since, from a purely metaphysical and psychic perspective, I can assure you that continuing the execution of dynamic energy is a beneficial prospect for revisiting climactic events,” she gushed like a sex-crazed geyser.
That was one heck of a word salad, but it didn’t stop Raz from grinning.
“And in my opinion, this climactic event study requires a softer surface, like, for example, a king-sized bed,” he answered.
