“Oh. This apartment’s outer walls are soundproof. It’s my old place from when I lived here. They never rented it out to anyone else because they were hoping I’d return.”
“When did you soundproof it?” Hale snickers out.
“While you were still living here. I just didn’t tell you because you liked everyone to know what we were doing,” I chuckle out, and I see Brazen scowling lightly before looking away.
My laughter fades quickly, and I feel a little guilty for that moment of over sharing. Hale is very pleased with my slip, and he pulls me tighter into his embrace before Brazen starts stacking the pictures back up.
“We’ll see you guys in the meeting,” Brazen mumbles, and then Alex nods before following him out.
“Where were we?” Hale asks while pulling me into his body.
I smile as I push him back, and I hand him his very cold breakfast plate.
“You were going to eat your food, and I’m going to fix my hair and makeup. We’ve got to be there in less than forty minutes now.”
“We can skip foreplay,” he bluntly adds while ripping my shirt over my head.
I start laughing as he grips my ass and jerks me to be around his waist before dropping me on the bed.
His lips trail down my stomach as he undoes my jeans, and then he slides off my pants while his eyes stare into mine. His body hovers over mine, suspense taunting me, and I finish undoing his shirt before his lips consume mine. I hear the jingle of his pants slapping the floor just before I feel the very thin boxers being the only thing separating me from his incredible erection.
His breath tastes like heaven pouring into my mouth as he slides my underwear to the side enough to put the head of his erection into me. I gasp at the teasing entrance when he refuses to give me more. I try to thrust my hips forward, but he holds them down as he continues his barely-there floorshow.
“I want you,” I breathe.
“Marry me,” he counters, and I smile against his lips as he goes in just a little deeper.
“Fuck me,” I murmur, and this time he’s forced to smile.
“Please say you’ll marry me,” he says while threatening to pull out.
“You know I can make you fuck me,” I murmur while pulling his index finger into my mouth to suck.
His eyes narrow as my teeth threaten to break the skin, and he thrusts all the way in once before pulling out. I’m throbbing painfully from the desire that has overwhelmed me, and he smirks before his lips lean back down to mine.
“Marry me,” he grunts as he thrusts in so hard it’s painfully arousing.
“No,” I moan, and he pulls all the way out before thrusting in with even more power.
I gasp louder at the incredible sensation, and my teeth tug at his lower lip.
“Yes,” he argues, and I’m seriously considering saying yes at this point just to end the torture.
“No,” I groan, and this time I rise up to sink my teeth into his shoulder before taking his blood into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he gushes, and then his lips cover mine as the erotic burning heats our veins in unison.
He rips the underwear off my body when he’s unable to continue his teasing, and he pounds into me with relentless force as his lips consume mine again. I wrap my hands around his neck as he lifts me to throw me on top of the dresser.
I drop my head back to see the mirror showing me the show in full view - his body pounding into mine, his muscles flexing as he uses his ungodly force, the perfectly toned color of his skin pressing against mine… all of it. His teeth bite into his favorite bleeding spot on my body, and then I feel the erotic currents electrifying me as he continues his punishing force.
I feel the wall against my back when we shift locations, and now I can see into the far mirror as his glorious body holds mine up while fucking the hell out of me.
“I love you,” I breathe into his mouth.
“I love you,” he strains out, and then I feel the building starting rattle beneath my feet.
“Easy baby,” he says while forcing his way in all the harder when he gets turned on by my accidental show of power.
