I’m trapped between the wall and the hard muscles of Ant’s chest. His belly. His thighs.
“I’m warning you, this won’t take long, Sparky. I need to fuck you senseless. Right now.”
One hand grasps the top of my jumpsuit zipper and drags it down my back, before yanking the straps off my shoulders and down my arms until it puddles around my feet. Hooking his thumb into my knickers, he pulls, and his fingers are inside me before the sheer lace hits the floor.
The wall saves us from falling as we stumble a little when he toes off his shoes while I unzip his trousers and push them down to join my clothes on the floor.
Anchoring my hips to the wall with bruising fingers, he pushes my thighs apart, falls to his knees, clamps my clit in his mouth and sucks. I grip his head, holding him tight against the juncture of my thighs. Every cell in my body detonates as a ferocious release barrels through me.
My knees buckle with relief and release.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ant
She tastes of home. And joy. And forever. And a fast and furious orgasm that sweeps her knees out from under her.
“Condom,” she gasps through panting breaths, hands tangled in my hair. In the past few days, I’ve got her addicted to multiple orgasms. My girl knows what she wants.
I hold her steady with one hand while the other reaches into the pocket of my pants, pulling out my wallet and finding the condom.
In a moment of sanity—or maybe it’s insanity—I hesitate.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret this.” We haven’t talked everything through. I don’t want her to have cause to change her mind.
Lil responds by pulling the condom from my hand and rolling it down my length.
And then I’m not thinking or wondering or second-guessing. I’m feeling. And the feeling is explosive as I stand, wrap her legs around my waist and slam into her still-pulsing pussy, grunting with each thrust.
“Ugh. Yes. Harder. Faster.”
I don’t need to be told twice. My strokes are long. Hard. Brutal even. And she’s coming apart again, the squeeze of her muscles sending me over the edge with her in a climax that steals the air from our lungs and the strength from our bones.
I try to ease us to the floor, but we fall in an awkward tangle of limbs, limp and satisfied on the glossy hardwood floor.
We lay silent in each other’s arms for long minutes, simply enjoying the feel of each other.
The sun is fully set when I finally clear my throat.
“So, about the shit Warren said …”
Lilavati rolls onto my chest and puts a finger against my lips.
“I should never have believed him. Or doubted you. And you were right; your business dealings have nothing to do with us.”
“I appreciate that, but I want everything out on the table. No room for misunderstandings. So, is there anything else you want to know? Ask. Tell.”
“You really didn’t see the story about him on the news?”
“Nope. I don’t often watch the news. I’m usually in the factory working on custom boards around that time. And even if I had, how would I have connected him to you? It’s not like Gordon is an uncommon name.”
Lil looks embarrassed. “So why did you say no to my fake dating idea, then change your mind?”
“I never said no. You raced out of the café so fast that first day, I never had time to tell you I was in. And the next couple of days I was busy meeting with a potential investor. I called you as soon as I had a spare minute.”
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” she whispers.
“That hurt, Lil, how willing you were to believe the shit he said.” I need to get that off my chest. I don’t want there to be anything left unsaid. Regret washes over her face.
