Bad Boy's Cinderella: A Sports Romance by Alexa Wilder, Raleigh Blake Page B

hand in my hair, his lack of control.
    I pulled off, wiping a hand over my mouth obscenely, looked up at him through my lashes and asked throatily, “You got anything?”
    He was dazed, strung out on pleasure, but he gathered himself enough to mumble, “Yeah, lemme just—” and lifted his hips, reaching into his back pocket to retrieve his wallet.
    He sort of just threw it at me and collapsed back in the chair, scrubbing hands over his face as I rooted around for a condom before discarding the wallet and getting to my feet, thankful for the sensible, plain skirt I’d chosen to wear today as I hiked it up to my hips and straddled his thighs.
    He chose that moment to come back to his senses, gripped my ass with one hand and brought the other between my legs, tugged my underwear aside and sank two fingers deep into me, holding my gaze as his mouth slackened, eyes dark and glinting with filth as he thrust those fingers in and out of me, up to my clit, rubbing against it and making me stutter out a moan.
    Refusing to be distracted, I gathered control of myself and opened the condom wrapper, rolled the rubber over his cock and lifted myself up, knocking his hand away between my legs and poising my body over him.
    Then I got my spare hand in his hair and yanked his head back, plundered his mouth with a dirty kiss and lowered myself down onto his cock, all the way to the hilt.
    He grunted into my mouth, got both hands on my ass and used his grip to immediately start bouncing me up and down, his mouth open and loose against mine, tongues tangling with messy abandon and the both of us moaning shamelessly.
    It didn’t take long for either of us—the combination of going without him for so many days and the taste of him still lingering in my throat worked to increase my pleasure as he plowed up into me, as I thrust down on him almost brutally, as my clit dragged against him and he gripped my ass hard, and then I was crying out, ecstasy building in my gut and spilling through my body, biting at his lips and digging nails into his jacket and fucking down onto his cock so hard I knew I’d be left with bruises—
    And then I was screaming with orgasm, and he was throwing his head back as his body jerked and jolted with his own climax, and the room around me disappeared and everything went very still and silent and my whole body seized in one long, endless, toe-curling moment of suspended bliss.
    Minutes later, slumped against his chest, with him still buried inside me and his hands still gripping me hard as if he was afraid I would disappear at any moment, I released a calming breath and said quietly, “I love you too, by the way.” My throat hurt after all the screaming, my thigh muscles tightening with cramp, but my heart soared as I allowed myself to utter those words, and I felt the moment they registered with him.
    He kissed me so deeply that by the end of it I was almost ready to go for another round, but it was slowly dawning on me that I’d just fucked a guy in my new place of employment, and embarrassment started to wash over me. So instead I separated from him, straightened out, went to the bathroom and then, weirdly, we sat and ate dinner in the empty restaurant, Reade serving us the food I’d seen pre-cooked in the kitchen when I arrived.
    “Come with me to Breck’s gala next month,” he said to me, watching me over the rim of his glass, his eyes dancing with intoxicating happiness. “As my girlfriend.” I smiled at him, heart leaping, and he added, “My family will be there.”
    I knew what he meant by that— let’s show them, together, that we can’t be torn apart. That we’re in love .
    “You can have any dress you want,” he added, as if he thought I needed the added incentive. But I didn’t. Right now, after everything, there was nothing I wanted to do more than obnoxiously parade my love for this man in front of his parents. Selfish, yes, and maybe a little immature, but I figured I’d earned