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Authors: Maisey Yates
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fantasies brought
to life in front of her.
She tugged his shirt over his head, and he helped. She sucked in a sharp breath and
put her hand on his stomach. He was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen: shirtless,
in a pair of low, tight jeans, with a belt that had a buckle at the center that was
surely designed to point her gaze to the main attraction.
There was no hiding his arousal. No concealing the fact that he was a seriously impressive
man.
She kissed the line of his jaw, his neck, her fingers sliding down to cup his denim-covered
erection. He was heavy and perfect in her hand. Everything she wanted and more.
“If you don’t want this,” she said, her voice broken by short, sharp breaths, “then
say so. I don’t want you protecting me, but I’m also not letting you do this because
you pity me.”
He put his hand over hers and pushed it down harder on his cock. “Does this feel like
I’m pitying you?”
“Nope.” She squeezed him again, running her palm over the length of him. “But I need
to be sure. I needed to give you the out.”
“I don’t want an out,” he growled. “I should. But I don’t. What I want is to tear
off that prissy little outfit and have my way with you.”
“I’m absolutely in favor of that.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He tugged at the front of her blouse, popping a button
off and sending it rolling across the stone floor. “Sorry,” he said, his mouth quirked
into a half smile.
“No you aren’t.”
“Not in the least.” He tightened his hold on her and pressed a kiss to her lips, walking
her backward as he did, till her back made contact with the living room wall. He reached
around her back and unhooked her bra in one, swift motion that would have made her
ex green with envy. No struggling over hooks and eyes for Mac, that was for sure.
He pushed her blouse off of her shoulders and it and her bra fell to the floor. “So
sexy,” he said, his words sounding choked, labored. She liked it.
“You too,” she said, hands on his belt buckle, making quick work of it and the snap
and fly on his jeans. He shrugged them off and she did the same with her skirt and
panties. She started to toe off her high heels but he stopped her.
“Leave them on.”
“Really?”
“Fantasy. Needs fulfilling.”
“Sounds fair.”
And then he kissed her again, and she couldn’t think, let alone speak. He raised his
hands up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, tightening them, tightening
a coil low in her belly. She’d never been pushed so close to the edge so fast. She
wanted him, all of him—forget gentle. Forget foreplay. Forget anything but just having
him, hot, hard and perfect inside of her.
He parted from her for a moment, bending down and grabbing his jeans, fishing around
in the back pocket for his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled a condom out, throwing
the wallet carelessly back to the floor and rolling the protection down his length.
Then he was back, hot and insistent against her, kissing her with all the passion
of a man who had been wandering in the desert and found an oasis.
“Now,” she said against his mouth. “Please, Mac. We’ll do this other stuff later,
and it will be great, but right now, I just want you.”
“No argument from me.” He grasped onto her thigh and hooked it up over his hip, the
blunt head of his erection testing her, moving in slowly at first. Then he flexed
forward and thrust hard inside of her.
She gasped and let her head fall back, nails digging into his shoulders, a white-hot
streak of pleasure that was so bright it nearly blinded her moving through her body.
Nothing had ever felt so good. It had never been like this. She’d never simply enjoyed
the act like this. Had never just reveled in being filled by her partner.
As he rocked against her, searing heat roared through her, his pelvis coming up against
her clit with each movement,
to life in front of her.
She tugged his shirt over his head, and he helped. She sucked in a sharp breath and
put her hand on his stomach. He was the sexiest sight she’d ever seen: shirtless,
in a pair of low, tight jeans, with a belt that had a buckle at the center that was
surely designed to point her gaze to the main attraction.
There was no hiding his arousal. No concealing the fact that he was a seriously impressive
man.
She kissed the line of his jaw, his neck, her fingers sliding down to cup his denim-covered
erection. He was heavy and perfect in her hand. Everything she wanted and more.
“If you don’t want this,” she said, her voice broken by short, sharp breaths, “then
say so. I don’t want you protecting me, but I’m also not letting you do this because
you pity me.”
He put his hand over hers and pushed it down harder on his cock. “Does this feel like
I’m pitying you?”
“Nope.” She squeezed him again, running her palm over the length of him. “But I need
to be sure. I needed to give you the out.”
“I don’t want an out,” he growled. “I should. But I don’t. What I want is to tear
off that prissy little outfit and have my way with you.”
“I’m absolutely in favor of that.”
“Glad we’re on the same page.” He tugged at the front of her blouse, popping a button
off and sending it rolling across the stone floor. “Sorry,” he said, his mouth quirked
into a half smile.
“No you aren’t.”
“Not in the least.” He tightened his hold on her and pressed a kiss to her lips, walking
her backward as he did, till her back made contact with the living room wall. He reached
around her back and unhooked her bra in one, swift motion that would have made her
ex green with envy. No struggling over hooks and eyes for Mac, that was for sure.
He pushed her blouse off of her shoulders and it and her bra fell to the floor. “So
sexy,” he said, his words sounding choked, labored. She liked it.
“You too,” she said, hands on his belt buckle, making quick work of it and the snap
and fly on his jeans. He shrugged them off and she did the same with her skirt and
panties. She started to toe off her high heels but he stopped her.
“Leave them on.”
“Really?”
“Fantasy. Needs fulfilling.”
“Sounds fair.”
And then he kissed her again, and she couldn’t think, let alone speak. He raised his
hands up to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, tightening them, tightening
a coil low in her belly. She’d never been pushed so close to the edge so fast. She
wanted him, all of him—forget gentle. Forget foreplay. Forget anything but just having
him, hot, hard and perfect inside of her.
He parted from her for a moment, bending down and grabbing his jeans, fishing around
in the back pocket for his wallet. He flipped it open and pulled a condom out, throwing
the wallet carelessly back to the floor and rolling the protection down his length.
Then he was back, hot and insistent against her, kissing her with all the passion
of a man who had been wandering in the desert and found an oasis.
“Now,” she said against his mouth. “Please, Mac. We’ll do this other stuff later,
and it will be great, but right now, I just want you.”
“No argument from me.” He grasped onto her thigh and hooked it up over his hip, the
blunt head of his erection testing her, moving in slowly at first. Then he flexed
forward and thrust hard inside of her.
She gasped and let her head fall back, nails digging into his shoulders, a white-hot
streak of pleasure that was so bright it nearly blinded her moving through her body.
Nothing had ever felt so good. It had never been like this. She’d never simply enjoyed
the act like this. Had never just reveled in being filled by her partner.
As he rocked against her, searing heat roared through her, his pelvis coming up against
her clit with each movement,
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