Bennett (On the Line Book 2) by Brenda Rothert Page B

and explored her skin, making her wait for me to get to her spread thighs.
    When I ran my tongue down the length of her slit, she moaned and wiggled out from beneath me.
    “I can’t,” she said breathlessly. “I’m too close.”
    “Just let go, baby.” I bent down and kissed her hip. “Let me taste you. I want you to come.”
    She ran a hand through my hair, her fingertips grazing over my scalp. “I want us to come together the first time.”
    I knelt between her legs and eased the head of my cock inside her.
    “Oh, God.” She clutched the bedsheet and wrapped her legs around my thighs, pulling herself closer. My dick sank another inch inside her.
    So she wanted it now. I pushed all the way in and we groaned together. She was tight and wet and utterly perfect.
    I pumped in and out, slow and deep. It was hard to hold on with her moaning and writhing beneath me, her blond hair spread out wildly on the pillow.
    “Bennett,” she said, panting. “Oh, shit. Faster.”
    I hooked her ankles over my shoulders and picked up the pace. Her moaning became frantic and she sank her nails into my ass.
    It pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my whole body tensing as I emptied myself into her. She gave a final loud cry, her pussy milking every drop out of me, and then her nails relaxed their hold and she sank down to the bed.
    I moved onto my side and pulled her against me, her back to my chest. She was breathing heavily, so I kissed her neck and shoulder until her breaths slowed to a normal pace.
    “That was incredible,” she said. “I don’t care if it was a mercy fuck.”
    I leaned up on my elbow and turned her chin toward me, forcing her to meet my eyes.
    “Why the hell would you say that to me, Charlotte?”
    “What?” Her brow furrowed with confusion.
    “What about that felt like a mercy fuck?”
    “I don’t . . . I’m sorry. I just assumed a pregnant woman wasn’t any man’s first choice.”
    “You’re carrying my baby.” I kept hold of her chin. “I found you unbelievably sexy before and I still do.”
    She smiled. “Ditto. Bennett, your body is unreal.”
    “I’d drop anything to go to bed with you, Charlotte. You just say the word.”
    “Really? I have a hot sex slave?”
    I arched my brows and grinned. “Even better. You’ve got a hot baby daddy sex slave.”
    She laughed and snuggled back into me. I pulled the covers over us and wrapped my arm around her middle, resting my palm on her belly.
    “Will you stay and cuddle me?” she asked softly.
    “I’m staying the night.”
    She got up to put on a robe and go to the bathroom, and then I pulled on my jeans and did the same. When we’d both undressed and gotten back in bed, we faced each other, both lying on our sides in the dark.
    I ran my fingertips from her thigh to her hip, feeling content for the first time in a while.
    “I felt something at work this afternoon,” she said.
    “What do you mean?”
    “It was like a fluttering sensation. It might have been nothing, but I don’t know . . . I think it was the baby kicking.”
    A smile spread all the way across my face. “Yeah?”
    “Yeah.” She yawned and I realized my plan to do her in every position I’d seen on the pregnant-sex site wasn’t going to work. At least not tonight.
    But in the morning, it was on again. I was hooked on the way she moaned my name, and I wanted to hear it again as soon as possible.

Charlotte
    W ren’s brows arched as she pointed to something on the conference room’s dry-erase board.
    “And they’ll back everything up . . .”
    The sound of her voice faded from my consciousness. I was thinking about the feel of Bennett’s scruff on my bare thighs. The sound of him groaning against my neck, his whole body tensing as he came and then relaxing against mine. The way he’d traced his fingertips lightly down my side as I fell asleep in his arms.
    I’d heard the highlights of Wren’s talk about the reorganization of old files in the office, but it was