Bolting upright, Avery flipped her onto her back. One hand pinning her down at the hip, he propped on one forearm, withdrew to the tip and slammed home again. He fucked herhard and fast, needing to give her more, needing more of her. Her hands were everywhere—in his hair, on his back, fingers digging into his ass, urging him to take it.
He pistoned into her as if his life depended on her next orgasm, and when it hit, the force of it tore through him with a violence that rocked him to his fucking core. He’d never felt such a raw hunger to possess something or someone.
The nerves at the base of his spine crackled. His balls tightened. He reared back, rammed into her, and plunged headfirst into the fiery ocean of release, where she waited for him, calling his name.
“Avery…”
He barely heard her over the blood pounding through his ears as ribbons of hot cum shot into the condom, engulfing him in sweet release. “Jo.”
Chest heaving, he collapsed on top of her. Her pussy clenched, and he shivered through an aftershock. He nuzzled her ear, kissed the spot beneath, and trailed along her jaw to claim her mouth in a long, slow kiss.
Avery ended the kiss, pulled out, and sank to the inside of the couch. Propped on one elbow, he studied her as she lay still, except for her slowing breaths, one arm over her head, the other resting on her belly. She stared at the ceiling, her expression unreadable.
“What’s going on in your brain?”
She looked at him from the corner of her eyes, then straight up again. “Just thinking about my grandma.”
“Shouldn’t you be thinking of how great I was? Or do I need to show you again?”
A smile took the edge off his concern. “You were pretty great, but I’m willing to take another test drive to be sure.”
“Give me a few minutes.” He teased a finger over her nipple. It grew taut, and little goosebumps popped up over the dewy skin surrounding it. He cupped the fullness and watched his fingers sink into her soft flesh. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird to think about your grandmother after sex?”
A throaty laugh shimmied through his palm and up his arm. His cock twitched but didn’t rise to the occasion.
“No, it’s just that she always said, ‘Sex leads to broken hearts and broken dreams.’ She never mentioned how beautiful it is, and for sure, she never said anything about a broken pussy.” She finally looked at him. “You’ve wrecked mine.”
And there we go.
“Ready for another test drive?”
Chapter Eighteen
Two weeks later…
Jo glanced at the time as she filled the piping bag. Hair and makeup done, she had a half hour to finish Mrs. Rossi’s third order of cannolis and dress for the museum benefit.
Ifshe could even fit into it.
Turned out, not only did Avery have a housekeeper, a friend of Mary’s who came once a week, but the stocked pantry was for a personal chef. Both had scared the hell out of her the first Monday morning she was there. Sydney came in to fill Avery’s fridge with the most exquisitely healthy, one-person meals. He and Jo had hit it off at once, and he’d been excited to cook for more than one as well as teach her a few tricks.
Avery strolled into the kitchen. His hair was wet and uncombed, tumbling this way and that. It’d dry that way, then he’d run his fingers through it and look like he just stepped out of a salon. A towel hung low on his hips, invariably drawing her gaze to the sculpted six-pack. No matter how many times she’d traced them with her tongue and fingers, they still demanded exploration. And awe.
Checking for drool, she adjusted the piping bag and went back to work. “You better get a move on.”
Coming in behind, he slipped his arms around her and nipped at her earlobe. The hard ridge of his dick pressed against her ass. “Wanna round the bases?”
She swatted the hand that tried to steal inside her robe. “I have to finish stuffing cannolis, then we have to go.”
A growl rumbled into her back as he squeezed her tighter and kissed her neck. “I’d like to stuff your cannoli.”
“Rules!” She wriggled to get free but not very hard. She loved the feel of his arms around her and the way he mouthed kisses across her neck and shoulders. “No sex on a fake date day.”
Determined, his hand made it inside the robe and cupped her breast. The other dragged the collar down and over her shoulder. His mouth closed over the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck. “We’ve broken them before.”
More than once, she’d been weak, but he was hard to resist when he turned on that seductive bad boy charm. Still…
She slapped a hand over his as it wandered lower, closing in on her panties. “Stop or we’ll be late.”
