Page 119 of My Brother’s Best Friends Entanglement

I kiss her before saying, “There's no one else I would've wanted to do this with. I haven't so much as thought about another woman in years, let alone thought about having sex with them.”

She narrows her eyes. “So the condom was for me? On the off chance we might have sex one day?”

I grin. “Hey, forgive a man for hoping.”

She laughs, low and a little wicked, and that laugh nearly finishes me before we've even started. She reaches between us and takes hold of me, works me once, twice, her thumb dragging over the head until my hips buck up into her fist and I have to grab her wrist to make her stop.

“Alexi,” I warn.

“Yes, Rhys?” All fake innocence.

“You keep doing that and I'm not going to be inside you for very long once you finally let me.”

She grins, and lifts her hand to her mouth, licking up the glistening drop of my arousal she's collected as she sinks down onto me, slow, her eyes locked on mine the entire way like she's daring either of us to look away first. I let out a long hiss. She is sheer fucking perfection, tight, slick, gripping me like she was made for my cock, and when she finally bottoms out we're gasping for breath, foreheads pressed together, her hands braced on my shoulders, my palm spread flat against the small of her back like I could somehow hold her closer than this.

“Fuck. You feel like coming home.” My hand slides up into her hair, fisting gently, tipping her face to mine. “My cock belongs inside you.”

Then we're moving, fast and deep. I grip her hips and drag her down onto me every time I drive up into her, hard enough that she cries out, and the sound goes straight through me.

“That's it. Take every inch of me, beautiful.” My voice has gone feral, barely mine. “I'm never going to be able to get enough of you, I don't think there's a time when I'll stop wanting more of you.”

“Rhys, you feel so good filling me up.” She rocks against me, chasing her pleasure, and I can feel her tightening around me already, too soon, and I'm not ready to let her finish like this.

I stand with her still wrapped around me and carry her over to the couch instead, laying her on her back and following her down, her legs locking around my waist as I drive into her, deep, the full length of me every single time.

“Look at you.” I catch both her wrists and pin them over her head, my mouth dropping to her nipple, tongue circling before I bite down, gentle, just enough to make her gasp. “Taking my cock so well, aren't you? You like feeling my cock stretch this sweet cunt? Love the idea that it's about to be dripping with my cum?”

She groans at my words. “Feel so go⁠—”

I don't let her finish. My other hand slides between us to find her clit until I feel her start to tighten around me again, and I ease off, just enough, kissing her instead until the edge passes, watching her face the entire time, greedy for every single thing it's doing.

“Not until I'm ready for you,” I murmur against her jaw. I play with her, urging her closer to the edge, then pulling back, feeling it all with my cock buried deep in her delicious pussy.

When I finally push her over the edge, she goes rigid underneath me, nails dragging down my back hard enough to sting, her whole body clamping around mine so tight I nearly lose it right there. The pleasure builds so fast after that I lose my rhythm completely, thrusting into her hard and wild until it takes me too, until I'm spilling into her in long shattering pulses, groaning her name against her throat like it's the only word I have left.

I can feel myself twitching inside her, feel her pulse around me in answer, feel the slick, messy proof of exactly what we've just done, and for one long, wrecked, perfect moment neither of us moves at all.

“I knew you'd ruin me.” I press my mouth to her collarbone, breathing her in as I collapse over her, catching myself on one forearm so I don't crush her completely, her fingers already sliding into my hair, and I press my mouth to her sternum and say something against her skin she's not meant to hear.

She hears it anyway. She doesn't say anything back, not in words, but her hand tightens in my hair, and that's answer enough for now.

We lie tangled together trading soft, half-teasing things back and forth in the dark of her office. Things I'll remember forever and forget the moment I've spoken them. Eventually I make myself get up, and I grab her dress from the floor.

I can't help letting out a chuckle at the way there's no doubt what we've just been up to in here.

“What?” she says with a pout.

“Nothing,” I say, kissing her because I can't not. “We're going home.”

She shakes her head as she stands in front of the mirror, trying to pat her hair into submission. “I can't. It's still early. It's bad enough I've already missed a few days — it'll affect my application.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow at her in the mirror. “A few hours off, because you were involved in a violent incident, is going to sink your application? Does that sound like the kind of place you actually want to work?”

“I—”

“Yes?”

“—don't like arguing with you.”