One Night of Scandal by Elle Kennedy Page A

movement of his hand.
    “Reed. Please,” she whispered.
    He made the sexiest sound she’d ever heard. Half growl, half moan, all man.
    Ever so slowly, he guided his erection to her opening, then kept it there. He didn’t slam in. Didn’t thrust his hips. Only a fraction of an inch deep, a hint of what was to come.
    Frustration seized Darcy’s throat. Oh God. She might actually die if he wasn’t inside her in the next three sec—
    The loud knock on the door stopped Darcy’s heart. Reed froze, his cock still poised millimeters from her core.
    They stared at each other, rooted in place, utterly silent.
    Another knock echoed through the living room. “Ms. Grant? Are you home? We’re here to check your fire and CO detectors.”
    Oh crap. She’d forgotten all about that. Her landlord had specifically ordered everyone on her floor to be home today for the inspection.
    She didn’t answer, glancing at Reed in a panicked plea for help, but the evil gleam in his eyes told her he was the wrong person to ask.
    A second later, he slammed his cock so deep she cried out in pleasure-laced shock.
    Oh fuck.
    Oh hell.
    Oh fucking hell .
    Reed was buried inside her, filling her completely.
    And there were who knew how many fire inspectors standing right outside the door.
    Her cry had clearly been heard because the male voice grew louder. “Ms. Grant?”
    White dots swam in Darcy’s field of vision as her inner muscles clamped around Reed’s cock. The deep penetration and delicious stretch felt so damn good she couldn’t move, let alone speak.
    But she forced herself to respond to the worried inquiry. “Yes, I’m home,” she called out in a wobbly voice. “I’m…here. In here. But I just got out of the—”
    Reed eased his hips back, then drove inside her again.
    “Shower!” she croaked. “I’m not…dressed…and—” her voice lowered to a hiss, “Oh God, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
    Reed didn’t stop. Chuckling quietly, he thrust into her with long, hard strokes that made her vision go blurry again.
    “Can you…check the other apartments first and then come back?” she practically wailed at the door. “I won’t be long… I—”
    Reed gripped her hips and started fucking her in earnest.
    Darcy bit her lip to contain a moan. “I’m almost done—I mean, dressed! I’m getting dressed.”
    There was a beat, followed by a cheerful reply. “No problem. I’ll start at the other end of the hall and make my way back to you.”
    She registered vague sounds—the soft thud of footsteps, low male voices in conversation, another knock from somewhere farther down the hall. But her attention was elsewhere. Every thought, every frantic heartbeat and ragged breath was focused wholly on Reed. His cock moving inside her, warm hands gripping her hips, sexy lips brushing her ear as he bent down to whisper into it.
    “I promised you nice and slow, but circumstances have changed. Hold on for the ride, baby.”
    Then those greedy lips captured hers in a kiss, and the rocking of his hips turned ferocious.
    She came the moment his tongue touched hers. Choked on the blissful moans doing their damndest to slip out. She had to tear her mouth away from his, bringing it to his shoulder instead and biting his hot, male flesh to stop from vocalizing her pleasure. Reed grunted in pain, but he didn’t slow down. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed in the room with each furious thrust. His fingers dug into her waist, and the low groan he released told her he was close.
    “Coming,” he hissed out.
    As his cock pulsed inside her and his shoulders shuddered from the force of his pleasure, Darcy was struck with realization. A clear, persistent truth she couldn’t deny if she tried.
    Once wasn’t going to be enough.
    Not by a longshot.

Chapter Eight
    As Reed followed Darcy to the front door in silence, he snuck furtive glances at her, then kicked himself every damn time because her rosy glow and sated expression