I pound home, damn near drowning in her heat.
So wet. So willing.
“So…fucking… beautiful.”
I fight to the last second, gritting my teeth as I explode inside her.
Dropping my head, I struggle to catch my breath, the feel of her pussy surrounding me, milking every last drop.
Finally, I drag my gaze up to meet hers and don’t have a second to think as her mouth claims me, her hips undulating against my spent cock, sending shockwaves through me.
She nips my lip, still breathless, still reckless, her hands roaming over me. “Told you I didn’t want to be your fucking friend.”
Chapter 26
I'll Burn Alone
Kiki
Eddie lifts his head from my shoulder, a sated grin on his face. “Did not expect that to happen.”
“Me neither.” Although I dreamed about it. Constantly.
But nothing has ever felt as good as him—the way he filled me, the way he claimed me. There was a wildness to it, as he tore me apart, piece by piece, forever ruining me for another man.
We also didn’t use anything.
And for me, there isn’t a single regret. To connect with him like that felt more right than anything else in my life.
Eddie scrambles to find something,anything, to clean us up. He ducks into the other room, where his tools are stored, and returns with some wet wipes. “This is about all I could find.”
“Did you seriously go wandering around the house with your fly open, looking for a towel?”
He shrugs, his touch so gentle as he wipes me down. “Better than you walking around bare-assed with your skirthitched above your waist. Unless,” he dips down, nipping my shoulder, “it’s for my eyes only. Then I insist you walk around fully naked.”
I hook my fingers in his belt loops, pulling him close and nuzzling his nose. “Only if you return the favor.”
Here’s the thing about Eddie’s physique. He earned every muscle on the job. His arms, chest, and shoulders are broad and well-defined, built from years of actual work, not just for show. And unlike the pretty boys who shave off every inch of body hair, Eddie’s chest carries a dusting of it, with a trail leading down his stomach that makes the entire package that much more scrumptious, even if right now it’s hidden beneath a tailor-made suit.
“Anything your little heart desires.”
God, I missed this. I missed him.
I slide off the desk and start putting myself to rights when I notice the newly extended leg slit in my dress. “Whoops.”
“Shit. Did I do that?” Eddie squats down, examining the popped stitching. “I guess there isn’t a needle and thread around here.”
“You can sew, too?”
He shrugs, intent on repairing my dress. “I like fixing things.”
“God knows you fixed me,” I tease. “I had a feeling that slit would end up creeping higher on my leg. Just didn’t think it would happen quite like that.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining.” He stands and pops me back on the desk, a wickedly sinful glint in his eyes, as he once again guides my legs around his waist.
Round two? Yes, please.
He slides a hand along my jaw and I grab his fingers between my teeth, swirling my tongue around the tips. “Complaining? Are you kidding? I’m already craving more.”
