My gaze slides to the dining table behind me. Yesterday morning I didn’t even get one sip of my coffee before he had me spread me out, among the syrup and bacon. Jensen kissed every inch of me, then pushed my thighs apart and thrust into me like he was trying to fuse our souls together. He left me dripping on the wood while he went to grab a cloth. Then he cleaned me up like I was something holy.
I cried.Of course I did. He ruins me and worships me in the same breath. Sometimes, I don’t know how to hold that.
I track him as he rounds the counter, braced for whatever he’s about to do. My traitorous pussy flutters. Is he going to fuck me against the counter? On the tiles?
Yes, please.
My mouth is dry, my gaze locked on him. He’s tall and brooding, handsome as sin and twice as deadly when it comes to my desires.
Jensen claims my space like it’s his own. His scent in my nose, his heat warming me. He’s so big I barely reach the middle of his chest.
And the way he looks at me?
Predatory.
I’m his.Always.
His hand settles on my nape, warm and firm, strong and mine. Then he pulls me in for a shattering kiss. His mouth isn’t tender. It’s bruising. His tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine.
I whimper when he cups me between my legs, pressure blooming like shockwaves through my pussy. My body turns to water, heat pooling low and pulsing between my thighs where I’m already achingly desperate for him.
“Diane could walk in.” I lift my hips, pressing harder into his hand, which makes the protest fall flat.
Our poor housekeeper is going to need therapy if Jensen keeps railing me all over the penthouse. Three days ago, she walked in on me, bent over the arm of the couch, my hands bound behind my back while he thrust into me like a pneumatic drill.
She’s going to demand hazard pay.
Or quit.
I wouldn’t blame her for either.
“Then she’ll get a show,” he murmurs against my throat.
I press my hands to his chest to steady myself. “You’re traumatizing her,” I say, even as I tilt my head to the side, deepening our kiss.
“She’ll live.” He rubs my clit through my pants, which are damp with my arousal. I gasp, grabbing his wrist—to stop him or hold him in place, I don’t know which. “I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” he says between kisses.
My brain short circuits when he talks like that. There’s something so primal, so fierce about the way he wants to get me pregnant.
I didn’t think I’d be into it, but I am.Very fucking into it.
He slides under my waistband and trails through my wetness. I clench so hard I swear I strain my uterus.
“Jensen.” I don’t know what I mean to follow his name with. Every word I’ve ever learned falls out of my brain when he pushes two fingers inside my pussy. I groan, gripping his biceps like they can anchor my trembling legs.
“I’m done waiting, Mia. I want you pregnant now.” He breathes into my neck. “I want to see your belly grow, touch your bump under my hands. I’m going to fill you until you’re leaking my cum down your thighs. I’ll put so much of my seed inside you that your body has no choice but to let it take.”
My lips part in stunned silence. He talks dirty to me all the time, but yeah, that has my body quivering.
“You’re disgustingly filthy.” I whimper as my body stretches around his fingers.
“And you love every dirty word I say to you.” My walls clamp around him in response. “Let’s get this beautiful body ready to take all of me.”
My thighs spread wider as he plunges deeper into me. It feels like he’s trying to enter my throat from inside my uterus. I ride his hand, circling my hips until my groans stutter out of me.
“I’ve only been off the pill a few months,” I pant out. “It can take time.”
Unsurprisingly, Jensen hums, as if my answer doesn’t work for him. Of course it doesn’t. Jensen Rivers is a man used to controlling everything, but my uterus is out of his hands—and mine too.
