Page 19 of Dating the Rebel
Her inner muscles flexed and rippled, stroking his cock into madness again. Stroking him into madness.
The sex with her was so incredible that it could become addictive. The pleasure so intense and unlike any he’d felt before.
Her every movement, every touch affected him so damn much. She leaned over and pressed her mouth to his chest, teasing one of his nipples with her tongue, just like he’d done with her moments ago.
He cupped her breasts in his hands and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. Then he rolled them between his fingers, tugging gently at them.
She uttered a soft cry of pleasure as she began to move faster, more frantically...
Despite all her orgasms, she was greedy for another, too. Maybe she would become as addicted to him as he was becoming to her.
Or maybe they’d wear each other out before the sun fully rose. He wasn’t sure. And he didn’t give a damn.
He just had to have another orgasm, or his body was going to explode. He gripped her hips and moved her faster, harder.
She cried out, her body shuddering as an orgasm gripped her. And she gripped him, those inner muscles squeezing him as she came.
Heat rushed over him. He pumped harder and faster, making it last for her until his tension broke as he joined her in the mind-blowing release. Her name escaped his lips on a groan of pleasure. “Miranda...”
He was supposed to ask her something...but he was too damn tired to remember exactly what the question—or the demand—was. And so was she as she dropped limply onto his chest. All he could do was wrap his arms around her and hold her close as he finally drifted off to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
NOTWANTINGTOdo the walk of shame into the office in front of her sisters, Miranda had had Grant drive her to her apartment instead. But she refused to let him come inside. She knew exactly what would happen.
Her body already ached in places that hadn’t been touched in so damn long. With as big as he was, maybe they’d never been touched.
He was so incredible...
And she was so exhausted. But she had to go to work. So she had to get rid of him.
“Goodbye, Grant,” she said—on the sidewalk outside the high-rise building where she paid entirely too much rent for just a studio apartment. But the building had a doorman who stood at the door, waiting for her to walk toward the lobby.
She was safe here on the street bustling with people heading off to work or to sightsee. She was safe from Grant and safe from her desire for him. But still, she didn’t trust herself to kiss him and not want him again.
So she held out her hand.
He chuckled. “You want to shake?”
She was already shaking inside, her body all soft and Jell-O-like from how he’d made her feel last night—this morning—and from the temptation to let him make her feel that way again.
“I want you to leave so I can go inside and get ready for work,” she replied honestly.
He chuckled again. “So you’re going to be like that, huh? Got what you wanted and now you can’t wait to get rid of me?”
A smile tugged at her lips. “I have to go to work,” she repeated.
“You’re the boss,” he said as he leaned closer to her. “You can play hooky. I sure remember you talking my sister into skipping school a lot.”
She glared at him. “I’m the boss,” she said. “So I have to set a good example.” Coming in late after a night of debauchery was not the way to do that. But she would try to hide the dark circles under her eyes and claim that she’d had a morning meeting with a potential member.
That wasn’t entirely a lie. Grant had claimed he wanted to join. But she had no idea what he really wanted. Last night it had been her.
Over and over again. The man sure had some kind of stamina.
“Speaking of your business,” he said, and he flashed his wicked grin, “did I pass the audition?”
She sucked in a breath as pain stabbed her heart before it turned cold. So now she had her answer—that was all last night had meant to him. It had been an audition for him to sign up to date other women. The sex hadn’t been that incredible because he’d wanted her but because he’d been trying to prove to her how good a lover he was. He wasn’t really interested in her. Never had been. Would never be...
