I gave her more. I set a rhythm, grinding down against her core with each thrust.
She matched me. Her hips rose to meet mine, her body moving instinctively, seeking the pressure she needed.
Holy fuck, she felt good. I paused us for a moment, unzipping my jeans before continuing. I could feel her getting wetter through her panties, the heat building between us until the air itself felt thick. The romance section of the bookstore would never be the same again.
Her hands slid down my back and grabbed my ass, pulling me harder against her, and I groaned into her neck. She was so eager, her whole body arching up into mine like she couldn’t get close enough.
“You feel so fucking good,” I rasped. “Been thinking about this since the first day I met you.”
“I thought about you too.” Her voice was breathy and broken. “I dreamed about you.”
That confession nearly undid me.
I kissed her again, hard and deep, swallowing her moans as I thrust against her.
Books toppled off the closest bookshelf when I thrust a little too hard, but neither of us could stop. We just let the books rain down.
The friction was almost unbearable, pleasure building at the base of my spine. I wanted to feel her come apart.Now.
“Come on, baby,” I angled my hips so my cock pressed right against her clit through our underwear. “Let go for me.”
And then she shattered.
Her whole body tensed beneath me, her back arching off the floor, and she cried out my name as she came. I watched her face, pleasure washing over her features, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
I kept moving, working her through it, until she went limp beneath me with a shuddering sigh.
Then I buried my face in her neck and thrust twice more before my own release hit me like a freight train.
I hadneverin all my life clothes-fucked a woman to completion. But that’s how crazy I was over Avery Fisher.
Chapter 9
Avery
I lay there beneath him, my heart flying, trying to figure out what we’d just done. Clothes-fucked like teenagers? Evidently.
Flint’s arms were wrapped around me, one hand cradling the back of my head to keep it off the hardwood floor. I could feel his chest rising and falling against mine as he caught his breath.
He was so solid. Sowarm.
His body felt like a cave of muscle surrounding me, and even though we were lying on the unforgiving hardwood floor of the romance section, I had never felt better in my life.
But as the fog of pleasure started to clear, reality crept back in.
What had I just done?
I’d dry-humped my boss’s nephew on the floor of the bookstore. I’d come apart beneath him like some desperate, needy thing, moaning his name loud enough that anyone walking past on Main Street might have heard.
And thelightswere on. Had anyone seen us?
Panic clawed at my throat.
“I should go.” I tried to push against his chest, but he didn’t budge. “Flint, I really need to—”
“No,” his voice was a low rumble against my hair. “Not until we talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about. This was a mistake, and I think we should just pretend it never—”
