Page 108 of Slap Shot Scandal
“Hi.”
“Hi.” Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. But there’s a sultriness, a longing there, sending all my blood rushing straight to my cock.
“I missed you, Hurricane.”
“So did I.” She winds her arms around my neck and then we’re kissing, the bass from the music outside vibrating the floor.
She tastes like wine, a slight hint of vanilla on her lips as I slip my tongue into her mouth.
“God, I’ve been waiting to do this,” I murmur, sliding my hands down to her hips and pulling her closer to me. Inhaling her floral scent, getting lost in her. “This is all I’ve been wanting to do.”
I palm her ass cheeks, squeezing, and she giggles.
“Weston…”
“I want you. You’re prancing around in this tiny slip of a dress, and all I can think about is taking it off.”
“We can’t,” she breathes into my open mouth.
“We can.” I press down on the lock, the click snicking behind us. “See? Privacy.”
“You’re a bad boy, Weston Steele. What would HR think about this?”
“Probably nothing good. How about we don’t tell them?” I drop my lips to the tender skin of her neck, nipping and sucking. “They don’t need to know about this…” I glide my hand up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her dress in my hand. “Or this.” Sliding her panties to the side, I trail my fingers through her wetness. “Such a good girl, soaking and ready for me.”
She exhales a soft, breathy moan as I sink two fingersinto her tight pussy. Moving in and out, conscious of the time constraint. Her muscles contract around my fingers, nipples peaking through the thin material of her dress.
“You’re fucking glorious, Harbor, you know that?”
Her lips curve into a smile beneath mine and my cock lengthens and hardens in my pants.
I want this woman.
Need her, like I need air to breathe.
In this moment, the only thing on my mind is fucking Harbor. Making her come all over my cock, unraveling for me and only me.
“Lose your panties.” My voice is husky with desire as I issue the command.
She doesn’t hesitate, gripping my shoulder for balance and stepping carefully out of her panties.
“Perfect.” I slide another finger into her, flicking my thumb against her clit. She writhes against the door, her head thrown back.
“You like that, baby? Just like that?” I press on the sensitive bud and she squirms under my touch.
“Weston…” She moans my name and I unzip my pants, pulling out my cock. I’m hard and ready to go.
“Shit—condom,” I mutter, pulling my fingers out of her pussy.
“It’s fine. I’m on birth control and I trust you.”
I pause. “You sure?”
She gazes up at me, eyes hazy with lust. “Yes, I’m sure. Fuck me, Weston. Bare. Nothing between us. I want you to be my first.”
My heart stutters in my chest.
Harbor’s never been with someone like this.
