Page 47 of Bombshell (Whiskey Dolls 1)

“Oh yeah, baby. I liked the show. Haven’t been able to get my dick to go down since you stepped out from behind that screen.”

To make sure I believed him, he pressed harder against me, letting me feel the evidence of his arousal against my belly.

“And tonight I’m going to fuck you, knowing all that beauty, all that talent, the persona up on that stage that every man in the room wants, is allmine,” he finished on a growl.

I only had one thought in my head in that moment.

Yes, please!

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Marin

He picked me up like I weighed less than a cloud, leaving me no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist and hold on to his shoulders as his mouth fed from mine and he began carrying me up the stairs.

I’d never been manhandled like that, so... perfectly. It was brilliant. I felt like a tiny little doll in his arms, something he could pick up and move around and take complete control over. And I wasdown with that.

When it came to Pierce Walton, I gave as good as I got. I didn’t cower under his iciness. I threw that shit right back at him. But when we were like this... well, like this, Iwantedto cede control. I wanted to feel his strength surrounding me completely.

We hit the middle of the staircase when Titan decided he wanted to get in on the action and caused Pierce to trip, nearly dropping me on my ass.

I let out a laugh, looking up at him with a goofy grin. “Maybe I should walk the rest of the way to prevent any potential bodily harm.”

The look on his face just then, sheer determination mixed with frustration that his dog had ruined the moment, was so freaking adorable I laughed again. I couldn’t help it. He looked so cute when he was petulant.

“Titan, go lie down,” he commanded his pet, and the poor dog looked positively crestfallen as he lowered his head and sulked down the stairs toward his big bed in the living room.

“Aw, poor—” My words were cut off when Pierce took my hand and hauled me up, all but dragging me the rest of the way up the stairs and down the hall to his room.

I’d never been in there before, but upon first glance it was very obviouslyhim. Dark rich wood furniture, cream sheets beneath a dark blue bedspread. The walls were painted a lovely neutral gray. And that was all I was able to take in before he was all over me.

“You have no idea how badly I want you,” he growled against my lips as he reached for the hem of my T-shirt, breaking the kiss only long enough to whip it over my head and leave me in nothing but my bra and yoga pants. ThankGodI remembered to wear my pretty underwear.

“Watching you tonight.. . Christ, Marin. You were the only thing I could see, the only person who existed in that entire club.”

A whimper of need worked its way up my throat. I was quickly losing my mind as his mouth traveled down my neck. He reached my collarbone and bit, the sharp sting causing a delicious clench between my thighs. “Pierce.”

His head came up, those icy blue eyes now black thanks to his blown pupils. “Let me make you feel good, baby.”

“Okay.”

I felt his lips smile against the top swell of my breast, then he wrenched the cup down and sucked the stiff peak of my nipple into his mouth, drawing deep. It felt like there was a line inside of me, leading from my nipple right to my clit, and the electric shock between my legs made me gasp. Reaching up, I slid my fingers into his hair, fisting it tight so I could hold him against me as I arched my back to get closer.

“Most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he grunted as he moved to pay equal attention to the other one. By the time he released it with a loud pop, they both felt swollen and incredibly sensitive, and I’d have melted into a puddle of lust on his bedroom floor had he not been holding me up with an arm banded around my waist.

His hands shifted, sliding around so they could rest at the small dip in my waist. He stared down at them in fascination, and I couldn’t help but look. His wide, tanned hands looked so good spanned across my lighter skin. “You fit me perfectly,” I said, giving voice to my thoughts.

His expression was positively wicked as he promised, “I’ll fit you just as perfectly everywhere.”

“Show me.”

A primal growl worked its way up his throat, and a second later, my bra joined my shirt on his bedroom floor, and I couldn’t help but think that was exactly where it belonged.

I could feel each puff of his breath against my skin. It made my entire body feel like a live wire. Then, before I knew what was happening, his hand pressed into the center of my chest, and I was falling. The soft fluff of his mattress stopped my descent, and Pierce’s big hands came up, wrenching my leggings and panties down my thighs so fast I thought I might get a friction burn, but damn if I cared.

“Why are you still dressed?” I panted, propping myself up on my elbows to give his offensive clothes a nasty glare.

“Apologies,” he chuckled. “Let me do something about that.”

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