Page 32 of Bad Boy for Hire
She pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
He rested his palms on her plush hips. “I see your strength has returned.”
She smiled down at him, her dark curls framing her face, her breasts pushed together since her hands were resting on his chest. “Your turn to enjoy the skylight.”
The tension around her eyes had softened thanks to that orgasm, and he was glad for it. She could fool everyone at the wedding apart from him. He’d been around May enough to recognize when she was trying to hide her feelings.
“Long as you’re sure,” he said anyway.
“Positive.”
He tucked a pillow behind his head and then he lifted his hips so that his cock brushed her labia.
She sucked in air through her teeth, her eyes shutting for a brief moment.
“I could stare at you all night, did you know that?” He wove his fingers with hers and then lifted his hips again. Her mouth opened in a silent sigh. “You were the most beautiful woman there tonight. Your ex is an idiot.”
She pinned him, pushing his hands down on either side of his head. “You’ve already got me here. No need to flatter me.”
His eyes wandered to her breasts, hanging heavy and full between them. “Unavoidable.”
There was a slight shake in her arms. Her eyes went to the windows and then back to him. He guessed that release had taken more out of her than she’d thought.
“How about I’m on top?”
“I can’t let you do all the work.”
He tucked their arms and rolled to one side. Once she was on her back, he said, “You can.”
She clucked her tongue. “I should do something.”
“You will.” He spread her legs with one of his knees and then slid the head of his dick along her folds. Her eyes rolled back in her head. “You can come again for me.”
She whispered the word “yes,” and he pushed into her, sliding to the hilt. When he was fully seated, he blew out a stuttering breath.
Now who’s shaky?
When he opened his eyes, what he saw in hers sucked the breath from his lungs. Her eyelids drooped at half-mast, her lips parted in a long, soft moan, her nipples peaked and hard.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he praised.
“Get to work,” she uttered, eyes still closed, cheeky smile on her lips.
“Yes, ma’am.” This time when he exited and pushed into her, he lowered his lips to her neck. She turned her head to give him ample room to taste her. And damn if she didn’t taste amazing everywhere, even that soft patch of skin behind her ear. He ran his nose across her cheek before covering her mouth with his.
Their tongues tangled as he pumped into her. He fought to keep his hips in rhythm with his mouth. Not easy to do with her squirming against him—clamping down on him. Her hands tracked to his hair again, and she wrecked it like she’d done earlier. He didn’t care if she pulled it out by the roots as long as she was enjoying herself.
He wrung another “oh, God” and a few yeses out of her. After that, he got his wish—she said his name. Xavier, Xavier on a tight, keening moan that she didn’t have the strength to finish.
She lost her breath, and when he thrust into her again, he wasn’t far behind. His balls drew up. The fire that had started at the base of his spine climbed higher and higher.
A sound exploded from her mouth—one he’d never heard before and one he’d like to hear a hell of a lot more of in the future. Then her inner muscles tightened around him as she milked his release from him. He came, hips pumping, eyes rolling back into his head. That fire climbing his spine exploded behind his eyelids.
The windows around him could have shattered, the entire world could have tilted on its axis and lost its gravitational pull, and he wouldn’t have noticed. He felt like he was falling and falling and falling without end—like that time he’d bungee jumped off Pike’s Bridge.
Unlike that time, he didn’t spring back up but landed back in his body, where May Glenfield’s ankles were wrapped around his back and her sweet smile was causing his heart to leap against his chest wall like it was trying to escape. She pulsed around him, and he squeezed his eyes closed again, enjoying the sensation of holding nothing back as he’d come inside of her.
She played with the hair on his head as those words ricocheted inside his skull.
