I release her nipple from between my teeth and crash my mouth onto hers as I grab two fistfuls of her ass and hoist us up to a standing position.
It’s time Cat understands who’s in charge here.
I toss her onto the bed and gesture at her underwear. “Lose those.” The fact that they don’t match her bra only spikes my desire. She wasn’t planning on going out on New Year’s Eve or getting laid.
Blood rushes to my cock at the thought.
I’ll give her a night to remember.
She sheds her panties. I drop my pants and boxers, exposing an erection hard enough to hammer nails.
She sucks in a breath, those hazel eyes wide. Sitting up, she wraps a hand around me and strokes my shaft.
“Cat.” I buck toward her touch, groaning softly.
This isn’t how the night’s going to go, though.
When I push down on her shoulder, she scoots back on the bed. Crawling onto the mattress, I slide my hands along her thighs. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. Really ring in the new year.”
She turns away, half-hiding in the pillow. “You’re so lewd.”
I laugh and cup her cheek, pulling her back around to face me. “You love it.”
Her pretty lips pout, but she doesn’t deny the statement. Instead, she spreads her legs, her hands clenching in the sheets at her sides.
Beautiful and eager and just for me.
Yeah, screw the job. I’m going to enjoy this.
I trail my fingers over her thighs again. “Got protection?”
“The pill. Go ahead.” She closes her eyes, her breasts heaving in the yellow lamplight.
She’s so wet, so ready, and I glide right in with a low groan. She’s warm and tight and so fucking good. I’ve been busy for weeks now, so I haven’t had any time to blow off steam.
This is exactly what I needed.
“Cat…” I bend down to kiss her shoulder, my teeth scraping over her skin. “You feel incredible.”
She moans. “Dane…”
She spreads her thighs even wider, one leg hooking around my hip as I drive in deep. With slow, steady thrusts, I start pumping into her.
Nails dig into my shoulders as Cat tosses her head against the pillows. “Dane, shit…please, Dane, more…”
The name pinches my chest. How pathetic am I to be jealous of my own alias?
Fueling my irritation gets her what she wants. I fuck her harder and nip along her neck.
Soon, she’s not crying that fake name anymore. She’s breathless and flushed and moaning wordlessly, her hair haloing around her as she arches against me.
The image nearly catapults me over the edge.
I don’t lose myself, though. Not in work, and certainly not in bed. So she’ll come first.
I reach between us, my thumb finding her clit and massaging little circles in time with my rough, quick thrusts.
Cat gasps, digging her heel into my ass and dragging my cock deeper. “Dane, I’m going to…”
