“More.”
The single word has me stealing her next breath, my tongue diving into her mouth as I work my belt and pants open.
“Pull your dress down. I want to see your tits.” She hesitates, and I have to wrench myself back to look at her, catching a flash of doubt in her eyes before it’s gone again. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Cora.”
“God, why do you have to argue? Just fuck me until I can’t walk so I can go home.”
Alarm bells ring in my head, but I can barely focus on them before she’s reaching between us, her slender fingers wrapping around my dick and guiding it to her core.
“Fuck.”
“Do it,” she taunts, dragging the head through her wetness. “Hard and fast and don’t stop.”
Cora doesn’t give me a chance to respond, just impales herself on my length, both of us cursing at me finally being inside her.
I’ve never felt anything better.
Nothing will ever come close to this.
But I can’t dwell on it—not right now.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pin her to the wall with my body, then piston in and out of all that tight, wet heat.
And she takes it—moaning and writhing and begging me for more.
Her submission is the sweetest fucking thing, a reward I don’t yet deserve.
But I will.
I’ll make damn sure of it.
I can feel her walls tightening around me, but I don’t want her to come. It’s too soon and I just know that once she comes down from the high, she’ll be out of here before I can tuck my dick into my pants.
“Not yet,” I plead.
“It’s too good. Oh my God, Talon, right there.” She screams my name and that’s all it takes for both of us to fall over the edge. Her orgasm is like a tidal wave, crashing on the shore, the intensity squeezing me like a vise grip, barely giving me enough time to pull out. My release paints her thigh and the part of her belly not covered by her dress.
She’s breathing hard, but I can already see the way she’s shutting down—shutting me out.
Dammit all to hell.
Walking us into my office, I set her down, easing myself gently from between her legs before grabbing some tissues. She takes them from me and wipes at the mess I made, and that simple act has my stomach dropping to the floor.
“Cora,” I try as I clean up before hastily fixing my jeans.
“Is it okay to deal with the truck tomorrow?” she asks like she didn’t just realign my world.
“What?”
“The truck.” She drops the used tissues in the trash and looks up at me, the pleasure she wore just moments ago replaced with a mask of indifference. “Can we deal with it tomorrow or do you need the space in the garage? I’ll pay your fee to keep it overnight.”
“Tell me what just happened. Tell me what I did,” I beg, taking a step forward, my feet halting when she takes one back.
Away from me.
