“What about the neighbors?” she gasped.
“Can’t see a thing.” I nipped at her lower lip. “Tree line’s too dense. I’ve got a whole acre between me and the nearest house.”
A wicked gleam sparked in her eyes. Before I could process what was happening, her hands were at my belt, tugging at the buckle with nimble fingers.
“Rachel, what are you—”
She dropped to her knees right there on my front porch, yanking my zipper down and freeing my cock from my jeans. The cool evening air hit my heated flesh for just a second before her warm mouth engulfed me.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my head falling forward to watch her.
Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, teasing the sensitive underside before she took me deeper. One handwrapped around the base, stroking in time with the bobbing of her head, while the other cupped my balls with gentle pressure.
She looked up at me through her lashes, those brown eyes dark with desire, and the sight of her on her knees with my cock in her mouth nearly made me come right then.
“Rachel,” her name came out strangled. “Baby, I want to make love to you. Let me come inside you.”
But she didn’t stop. If anything, she increased her pace, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder while her hand twisted around my shaft.
I tried to hold back. Tried to pull her up so I could bury myself in her warmth instead. But she moaned around my cock, the vibration shooting straight up my spine, and I was lost.
“I’m going to—” The warning barely made it past my lips before my orgasm crashed through me.
I came hard, my release pulsing into her mouth in hot spurts while my fingers tangled in her hair. She swallowed everything I gave her, her throat working around me until I was completely spent and shaking.
When she finally released me and rose to her feet, she had the most self-satisfied expression I’d ever seen. Like she’d just gotten away with something delicious.
“I like how out of control you get over me,” she said, wiping the corner of her mouth. “I wanted to see how fast I could make you come.”
A laugh rumbled up from deep in my chest. This woman was going to be the death of me.
“That so?” I growled, already reaching for the waistband of her pajama pants. “Fair’s fair, babe. It’s my turn now.”
She shrieked with laughter as I chased her through the front door; the dogs barking excitedly at our heels, not sure what was going on. I caught her in the hallway, spinning her aroundand pressing her against the wall while my fingers worked her pajama bottoms down her hips.
“Clayton!” She was still giggling, but the sound turned into a moan when I found her pussy already slick and ready for me.
I sank to my knees in front of her, hooking one of her thighs over my shoulder, and buried my face between her legs.
She was mine now. And I was going to spend the rest of my life making sure she never forgot it.
Epilogue
Two and a half years later.
I shrieked while I ran away from him, my yellow sundress flying behind me.
Clayton Armstrong had acted like a man possessed… or maybeobsessedever since the first night I’d slept with him.
His cock was like a heat-seeking missile and it only had one target in mind.
Which I happened to love. I’d never met a man so singularly focused on me before.
It wasn’t why I loved him, but it was definitely one of the things I lovedabouthim. The list was long.
I was still a career woman because that was important to me. But now I workedforthe people instead of against them. I’d switched careers.
Now, I was no longer a claims adjuster working for insurance companies. I was what you call a public adjuster. I worked for a law firm that rented out my services on a case-by-case basis when a client needed to fight a denied claim or a low-ball claim from an insurance company.
