match, my insides lit on fire.
“More,” she whispered. I moved to the other nipple, sucking, biting, and giving it equal attention. Equal love. Her entire body tensed, vibrating with desire. She was close. So fucking close, and I didn’t want her to go over the edge yet. I needed to explore and taste every inch of her, bringing her to the brink over and over until she couldn’t imagine life without me. I pulled my fingers from her wet heat.
“No,” she murmured, her eyes popping open, glazed, dilated, and a little confused. She was adorable and she was mine. Nothing would separate us again. I didn’t care what I had to do to keep her. I’d do it without a second thought. I was done playing games. I was done fixing the problems of the greed-corrupted, power-obsessed one percent of the population. I wanted to live my life, and that life would include Hattie.
Even without Hattie in my life, my career as a fixer had come to an end. My cover was blown. My confrontation with Senator Deveron’s men illustrated that fact loud and clear. It wouldn’t be long before the rest of the world connected the dots between Ry Fallon the campaign bundler and Ryker Vargas the fixer.
I lifted one of her knees, propping it on the marble shower bench. Her hands clamped around my shoulders, digging into my skin. I kneeled in front of her, and her hands knotted in the wet strands of my hair.
My eyes never left hers as my hands slid up her thighs. A red tinge colored her cheeks. I flicked my tongue along her opening, tasting her, worshipping her, and devouring her honeyed pleasure until her sighs and moans echoed like a sonata off the marbled walls. She was flushed and shaking, and I was harder than I ever remembered as she cried out her release. Her knees buckled. I steadied her with my hands as I kissed her hipbone, her navel, skimming my mouth up her torso, reacquainting myself with every detail of her body. I wrapped her legs around my waist and turned off the shower.
She buried her head in the crook of my neck. “Where are we going?”
“To bed.”
“Mm,” she hummed. The simple sound vibrated like an electrical current through my body.
Without turning on the bedroom light, I placed her on my bed and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. As I rolled it on, I watched the way the moonlight from the window danced over her skin. Being with this woman did crazy things to me.
I crawled onto the bed and guided her onto her back. I spread her legs one at a time, positioning her so she was open and waiting for me. I traced the lines of her face with my fingers, committing every angle to memory. My mouth closed over hers, taking pleasure in the sweet taste of her mouth. Our hips rocked together, and my cock slid back and forth against her entrance. Each pass along her sex extracted a needy whimper from her parted lips. One flex of my hips and I could be buried deep inside of her, but I held back.
“Please,” she whispered as her fingernails dug into my back, trying to guide me inside of her.
My tip penetrated her sex an inch, and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from thrusting into her. I wanted to draw out every second of this reunion. I never wanted it to end.
“I’m dying here. It’s been so long,” she pleaded as I pulled out again.
“I know,” I growled, slowly moving inside of her again, just halfway. Her walls twitched around me, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Ohh.” Her hands clawed at the sheets, and her hips lurched off the bed in invitation. “That’s perfect. Keep going.”
Satisfaction rushed through my veins. Sweat beaded my brow, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t deny her or myself for one more second. I slammed into her, giving her everything I had. Taking more than my share. A long groan burst from my mouth.
Without much effort, our hips synchronized like we’d done this hundreds of times. God knows, I had replayed every moment I was inside of her at least a hundred times
“More,” she whispered. I moved to the other nipple, sucking, biting, and giving it equal attention. Equal love. Her entire body tensed, vibrating with desire. She was close. So fucking close, and I didn’t want her to go over the edge yet. I needed to explore and taste every inch of her, bringing her to the brink over and over until she couldn’t imagine life without me. I pulled my fingers from her wet heat.
“No,” she murmured, her eyes popping open, glazed, dilated, and a little confused. She was adorable and she was mine. Nothing would separate us again. I didn’t care what I had to do to keep her. I’d do it without a second thought. I was done playing games. I was done fixing the problems of the greed-corrupted, power-obsessed one percent of the population. I wanted to live my life, and that life would include Hattie.
Even without Hattie in my life, my career as a fixer had come to an end. My cover was blown. My confrontation with Senator Deveron’s men illustrated that fact loud and clear. It wouldn’t be long before the rest of the world connected the dots between Ry Fallon the campaign bundler and Ryker Vargas the fixer.
I lifted one of her knees, propping it on the marble shower bench. Her hands clamped around my shoulders, digging into my skin. I kneeled in front of her, and her hands knotted in the wet strands of my hair.
My eyes never left hers as my hands slid up her thighs. A red tinge colored her cheeks. I flicked my tongue along her opening, tasting her, worshipping her, and devouring her honeyed pleasure until her sighs and moans echoed like a sonata off the marbled walls. She was flushed and shaking, and I was harder than I ever remembered as she cried out her release. Her knees buckled. I steadied her with my hands as I kissed her hipbone, her navel, skimming my mouth up her torso, reacquainting myself with every detail of her body. I wrapped her legs around my waist and turned off the shower.
She buried her head in the crook of my neck. “Where are we going?”
“To bed.”
“Mm,” she hummed. The simple sound vibrated like an electrical current through my body.
Without turning on the bedroom light, I placed her on my bed and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. As I rolled it on, I watched the way the moonlight from the window danced over her skin. Being with this woman did crazy things to me.
I crawled onto the bed and guided her onto her back. I spread her legs one at a time, positioning her so she was open and waiting for me. I traced the lines of her face with my fingers, committing every angle to memory. My mouth closed over hers, taking pleasure in the sweet taste of her mouth. Our hips rocked together, and my cock slid back and forth against her entrance. Each pass along her sex extracted a needy whimper from her parted lips. One flex of my hips and I could be buried deep inside of her, but I held back.
“Please,” she whispered as her fingernails dug into my back, trying to guide me inside of her.
My tip penetrated her sex an inch, and I gritted my teeth to stop myself from thrusting into her. I wanted to draw out every second of this reunion. I never wanted it to end.
“I’m dying here. It’s been so long,” she pleaded as I pulled out again.
“I know,” I growled, slowly moving inside of her again, just halfway. Her walls twitched around me, and I bit the inside of my cheek.
“Ohh.” Her hands clawed at the sheets, and her hips lurched off the bed in invitation. “That’s perfect. Keep going.”
Satisfaction rushed through my veins. Sweat beaded my brow, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I couldn’t deny her or myself for one more second. I slammed into her, giving her everything I had. Taking more than my share. A long groan burst from my mouth.
Without much effort, our hips synchronized like we’d done this hundreds of times. God knows, I had replayed every moment I was inside of her at least a hundred times
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