Page 31 of Worth Risking It

Wyatt cleared his throat and waved. “I’m gonna hit the shower. See you in the morning, boss.”

He left the room, leaving the door partially ajar.

“You really showed him, huh?”

“It was like taking candy from a baby,” she giggled, tucking her hair behind her ears. “What are you doing awake?”

Filled with pride, my arms folded across my chest, my cell tapping my side. “I got a phone call, found the bed empty, and came looking for my scrumptious fiancée.”

Her blush deepened, her arms linking behind my neck. “You found me.”

“Mm hm.” I tugged at the sash, the robe falling open. “Do me a favor, huh? Next time you and Wyatt want to play basketball, do it in something a little more appropriate than this.”

My hand tucked beneath the silk and groped a breast that had her moaning, her eyes glossing.

“Who was on the phone?”

“Morozov,” I mumbled, nibbling at her sweaty neck, tasting the saltiness of her skin. I walked us backward to the weight bench near the corner, tossing my phone to the floor to fondle her ass. I didn’t even care if the screen broke, I just needed to touch her.

“Mm, what did he want?”

“To agree to your terms of one point six.”

She gasped and pushed my shoulders to gawk. “What?”

“Yup.” My tongue dragged along her neck, cupping both breasts to squeeze gently. “He apologized profusely, insisting he had gotten his numbers wrong, and had no intentions of screwing me over, and just wanted to rebuild trust between the families again.”

Dipping my head, I pulled a nipple into my mouth while shoving my pajama pants down. Sitting on the bench, I shimmied her closer to straddle my lap.

“Mm, Milo,” she sighed, raking her fingers through my hair.

I tucked a hand between her thighs and rubbed at her pussy, circling her clit. When she was fully wet, I laid down and tugged her waist.

Her palms on my chest, she sank lower, gazing at me, my cock easing inside. Fondling her ass cheeks, I grinned brightly when her weight was all the way on me.

“I love you so much, baby girl.”

Bending forward, her hands on the bench over my head, she kissed me, riding me slowly. Her breasts trapped to my chest, I pulled her cheeks apart, sliding a finger into the tiny hole.

She squealed and slapped her bottom to my thighs, breaking the kiss to stare at me with wild eyes, her hot breaths on my chin. “Oh, yes,” she purred, grinding against me.

I grinned brightly, relieved that she no longer felt pain when I fucked her ass. In fact, she delighted in it more and more, sometimes begging me to take her there over her pussy.

“Turn around.”

Not even hesitating, she shot up, spun around, and bent over, gripping the end of the bench. I spit on my fingers, rubbed the tiny hole, and worked at penetrating the tight muscles. After several failed attempts, my tip finally forced through and she cried out, tensing.

Pushing a cheek to the side, my other hand splayed over the small of her back, guiding her down slowly. She was whimpering and struggling, but Christ, did it feel good. Watching her muscles stretch to take me was hypnotic.

A few inches from my base, she plopped down and sat upright, calling out my name.

“Oh, fuck,” I wheezed, digging my nails into her rounded ass cheeks. “That’s so good, baby girl.”

Pushing all her weight into me, she rocked front to back, then side to side, moving into wide circles that yanked and tugged my dick beautifully.

“Good god, don’t stop, Chazzy.”

She was moaning and fingering herself. Suddenly, with a burst of energy, she clenched her muscles and sped up, bouncing up and down aggressively.