One Night Forever (The Cinderella Chronicles) by Lisa Renée Jones

Sweet, blissful pleasure
spread through his body, potent in its intensity. Tight and wet,
her muscles squeezed his cock with insistence. Begging him to stay.
To pleasure her. Finally joined with her, Matt felt both relief and
the driving need for more. He liked the buildup forming inside.
Liked knowing they would explode. Be pushed over the edge. He
leaned forward, wrapping his body around hers, and sliding his
hands all over her body, filling his hands with her
breasts.
    Then, he stood again,
anchoring himself with his hands on her ass, and watching as his
cock slid slowly backwards. The image was both arousing and erotic.
Several times he slid his full length to her depths and slowly
backed out until just the tip lingered. And then, just barely
inside her lips, he lunged hard. She whimpered and he did it
again.
    Had he ever wanted a
woman like this?
    Crazy with need, he
wanted to ravish her. To drive into her until they became one.
Lauren pushed against him, driving her hips against his pelvis,
asking without words for more. Telling him she felt the urgency he
did. He ran his hands down the sides of her legs, and up her
thighs, and then circled her tiny waist for better leverage. Over
and over he hit her core. And with a loud cry, Lauren arched her
back and neck, pushing him deeper as her body clenched at him,
signaling the start of her orgasm. The feel of her pleasure, of her
rippling contractions pushed him over the edge. A roar of absolute
wildness tore from his throat as he exploded. It felt like his
release was being yanked from the very center of his body, the
completeness of the ecstasy like an all-consuming eruption. He
trembled and shook and then, finally, stilled.
    When he pulled out of
her, he felt regret. A loss. The need to keep her close. This had
been crazy, hard sex. And again, he felt the crazy need to make
slow love to her. To show her how much he enjoyed her. She crawled
onto the bed, and he cleaned up, eager to get back to her. Afraid
she would pull away. She sat up and turned to look at
him.
    Matt sat down on the
mattress, and reached for her, relieved when she came readily.
“Come here,” he said, maneuvering so they lay on the bed spoon
style. It would be easier to keep things in perspective if he
wasn’t looking at her. But he couldn’t stop himself from saying
what came to mind. “I’m really glad you’re here, Lauren.” He
nuzzled her temple, gently trailing a finger down her neck. The
soft, sweet smell she wore seemed to dance along his nerve endings
and give him a funny feeling in his stomach.
    Like nothing a woman had
ever made him feel. Lauren. She was different. It should make him
run. After all, relationships fed complications. And with a woman
he worked with there were all kinds of dangers. Yet, since she
cared for her career as much as he did his, their affair should be
perfect. Simple. Packed with pleasure. He nipped her
earlobe.
    “ Um,” she
murmured. “That feels good.”
    He kissed the spot he’d
just teased. “You feel good, Lauren. So damn good.”
    * * * * *
    Lauren woke to the warm
feeling of perfection. A feeling she’d known once before—Matt. He
was holding her close, big arm around her waist and one leg over
hers. As if he meant to keep her from escape. The thought made her
smile. He’d been insatiable, making love to her more times than she
thought a man capable of in such a short few hours. Yet she didn’t
think she would ever get enough of him. She couldn’t see the clock,
but instinct told her it was time to go home. It had to be late. Or
rather early. She needed to shower and dress for work.
    “ If you’re
thinking about running out on me while I’m sleeping, it’s too
late.” Matt’s voice was low, close to her ear, and packed with a
slight tease. With tenderness he stroked her hair.
    Her heart melted right
then and there. In truth, it had melted a million times over during
their lovemaking. He was so gentle, yet wild and sexual. And so
many times