“Good girl,” I murmur against her skin, my teeth grazing her shoulder. “You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it. You’re going to come all over my dick again, aren’t you?”
“Yes… Oh my God, yes,” she cries out, her nails digging deeper, her body arching into me as she loses control.
“Then come, Peach. Come for me,” I command, my voice dark and unrelenting as I drive into her harder, faster, pushing her right to the edge.
Her cry shatters the air as she comes undone, her pussy gripping me like a vice as her release washes over her. Her body trembles against mine, and I groan, the tight heat of her orgasm nearly taking me with her.
“Fuck, you’re incredible,” I growl, my movements relentless as I chase my own release. “You’re mine, baby. Every inch of you belongs to me, and I’m never letting you go.”
I feel her clench around me again, her overstimulated body reacting to every thrust. The sight of her, flushed, trembling, utterly wrecked is my favorite look on her. Out of nowhere, an image of her pregnant with my kid flashes in my head, and it pushes me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her, my release hitting me like a freight train. “FUCK… fucking hell.” I come and come.
Where the fuck did that come from?
“You know you didn’t need to bring anything, right?” Calvin says, eyeing the basket of fruit I’m holding like it’s a foreign object.
We’re in the elevator, heading up to his friends’ place. It is apparently poker night. I told him I didn’t need to come, but he insisted. He’s leaning back against the wall, his legs casually crossed, looking maddeningly perfect in a simple white shirt and jeans. It’s such a stark contrast to the suit he almost wore tonight, again. I’d barely convinced him to tone it down, reminding him that “casual” doesn’t mean “CEO mode.”
“You don’t show up to someone’s house empty-handed,” I reply matter-of-factly, giving him a look. “That’s, like, the first rule of… being polite.”
He smirks and tugs me closer, his hand slipping around my waist as he backs me gently against the wall of the elevator. The basket tilts awkwardly betweenus, but I barely notice. His other hand trails lazily down my arm until he’s holding my wrist.
“Hmm.” His lips brush my ear. “That so? Because I don’t remember you bringing me anything the first time you came to my place.”
I tilt my head, pretending to think. “Excuse me? I let you try my omelet. That definitely counts.”
His laugh is low and teasing, and he leans in until his lips are a breath away from mine. “Right. Those omelets. Pretty sure they’re what got me hooked in the first place.”
Before I can argue, his mouth claims mine in a kiss that makes my toes curl. It’s soft at first, then deeper, more insistent, his hand tightening on my waist like he’s daring me to forget where we are.
“Calvin!” I laugh against his lips, pulling back enough to scold him. “My lip gloss!”
“So what?” he teases, lips ghosting over my jaw. “I like the taste.”
I try to push him away, giggling as I swipe at his mouth with my free hand. “You are not showing up to friends’ with shiny lips. Hold still!”
But he’s relentless, grinning like a menace as he leans in to steal another kiss. Then another. I twist away, but he just follows.
“You taste like peaches,” he says, voice dropping into that sinful tone that turns my stomach into a fluttery mess. “And you know how crazy I am for peaches.”
“Calvin, stop!” I squeal, laughing too hard to be taken seriously, but just then, the elevator dings and the doors slide open.
Calvin reluctantly pulls back, his breath still brushing against my lips. His hand comes up, and with the pad of histhumb, he gently swipes the corner of my mouth, smoothing out the smudged gloss as if he’s done it a hundred times before. His eyes stay fixed on mine, and for a second, the rest of the world falls away.
It’s just us, caught in that quiet, breathless space between almost and too much.
Then someone clears their throat.
We both turn to find Desmond standing just outside the elevator with his arms crossed and a grin that says he saw everything.
“Well, well,” he drawls. “Guess that explains why you two are late.”
“Blame her,” Calvin says smoothly, flashing me a wicked smile before pulling the brother into a quick hug.
I smile despite myself.
“It’s good to see you again, Blair,” Desmond says, leaning in to kiss my cheek.
“You too,” I reply with a grin, only slightly embarrassed.
