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“It’s so—so much,” she breathed. “I can’t think. I just…I feel you everywhere.”
Satisfaction rippled through me. “You want more, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she choked out. “I want it . . . I need it.”
“Then grind down on my cock,” I growled against her ear. “Take whatever you need.”
Andrea whimpered and obeyed, hips moving in slow, greedy circles that made my vision blur. I gripped her waist, guiding her pace, restraining the wild part of me that wanted to slam her down andtake. She was so open, so willing—and fuck, I was losing control fast.
“You feel that?” I murmured, pressing my mouth to the fragrant curve of her neck. “That stretch deep inside of you? That fullness that’s making you shake? I own that, and you.”
She shuddered against me, gasping when I flicked my thumb over her clit again, hard and deliberate. “You’re mine like this,” I said, meaning it. “All soft and wet and eager. You give me every fucking thing without even realizing it.”
Her body arched, caught in that exquisite balance between pleasure and surrender.
“I want you addicted to this,” I continued, feeling her pussy clamp tighter around my cock. “Tome. I want you thinking about this—about us—every damn time you close your eyes.”
Andrea’s breath hitched, a soft sound of need escaping her lips. “I already do,” she whispered.
That knowledge wrecked me, and my control snapped.
I slid my hand up her chest, fingers settling around her throat, not tight, just enough for her to feel my presence everywhere. “Eyes on the mirror, on us,” I commanded as I thrust up into her in a relentless rhythm. “Watch how perfect you look when you take me. Watch how good you look when you’remine.”
She did, her gaze locked on our reflection as she unraveled on my cock, her orgasm sweeping through her, taking me with her right over the edge. In the mirror I watched her fall apart, pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, her lips parted as she moaned my name. Her head tilted back, resting on my shoulder, and I bit gently at her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, the scent of her arousal, the way she came apart for me.
Every gasp, every tremble, every moan—it wasn’t just sex. It was something far more intoxicating. And I knew, deep down, when this ended, it would possibly destroy us both.
But right now? Right now, I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.
She was mine, and I’d never felt more alive.
CHAPTER18
Andrea
“As we go into the next quarter…”
One of my department managers continued to drone on, and I was seconds away from losing my mind. These mandatory monthly meetings slowly sapped my soul, every time. Nothing truly important was ever discussed. Anything that actually mattered could have been sent in a two-line email, and everything else was just a frustrating mix of back-patting and pointless filler.
My phone buzzed against my thigh where I had it wedged between my leg and the chair I sat in. Smothering a grin, I surreptitiously tugged it out so I could look at the message that had just come through. Yep, another dirty text from Chase.
We’d had that interesting little hiatus from our sex life when I first moved in with him—understandable, considering how stressful the situation had been initially. But that cockwarming scene at the tattoo shop that Chase had instigated had been so deliciously unexpected, and so fucking hot.
Now, we were back to having regular sex again, thank God, and it was even more amazing than before. It felt like Chase had finally gotten the message in that tattoo shop that I would rise to any challenge and he wasn’t going to scare me off with what turned him on and what he wanted.
I’m in a meeting,I reminded Chase.I could get in trouble.
That’s fair,Chase replied.You can ignore my texts, that’s your choice. But if you do, I’ll punish you for it later.
Heat slid down my spine. On the one hand, it would be fun to get punished for ignoring him. I knew Chase wouldn’t be truly annoyed if I felt I had to focus in this meeting. On the other hand… it gave me a bit of a thrill to risk getting in trouble by texting under the table.Sexting, no less.
I glanced around occasionally as I replied to Chase or read a new message from him, but everyone else was either so bored or so desperately trying not to seem bored that no one paid me any attention. I saw Brandon glance at me once or twice, a frown on his face. But he was sitting right across from me, so it didn’t surprise me that he noticed I might be up to something.
It was worth the risk. No, more than that. The risk is what made it worth it. I had to keep smothering my grin as Chase and I messaged back and forth.
There are still so many things you need to try,Chase texted me.So many things I’m going to do to you.
Promises, promises,I fired back, knowing full well I was begging for punishment later. But Chase liked me bratty—loved it, actually—and the truth was, I enjoyed every second of the consequences.
