“Jesus,” I whisper, tilting my head back against the wall.
“Wrong answer. Try again.”
“I need to come,” I implore.
“I’m not going to give you what you need until you give me what I want,” he tells me.
“You’re playing hardball,” I grunt.
He pulls away from me and our eyes meet.
“Clearly, you don’t need to come that badly.”
He’s serious.
“Holt, please, let me come. Please,” I plea.
“Better.” His voice is so raw, I barely recognize it.
He slams into me with such violence it sends a delicious ripple of pleasure coursing from my spine all the way to my aching clit.
“Come all over me, precious,” he hisses.
I clench his cock hard.
Dear God.
My pussy starts to pulsate in quick staccato throbs. The pressure against my clit is unbearable.
“Holt, I––”
“Give it to all to me,” he growls.
He pounds into me again and again and again.
“God.”
I’m a breath away from exploding.
“Hard, Everly. I want you to show me how much you’ve missed my fucking cock and how well I ravish your pussy. You hear me?”
Jesus, the dirty talking is too much.
“I––”
My heart is beating so fast I can’t even string a sentence together.
“Don’t hold back on me,” he warns.
“I––”
“Everly,” he growls.
I panic when he spreads my ass cheeks.
“What are you doing?”
“You’ll thank me later.”
In this position, he forces me to open wider for him. I’m completely at his mercy.
Three more hard thrusts and I come apart.
“Hol––”
His lips come down against mine, swallowing my cry.
Mother of God.
My body convulses around him for what seems like an eternity before it goes limp against his.
“You okay?” he asks. His warm breath caresses my cheek.
“Yeah,” I gasp.
“Sure?”
“I am.”
He leans forward and bites the side of my neck, sending a shudder of sweet pain through my entire body and oh God how I moan for him.
He pulls his head back and meets my gaze. “I’m not done with you, yet, precious. You okay with that?”
“Yes.”
He flashes me a lazy smile.
Holt swings his hips and thrusts inside me.
“Jesus, you’re still dripping,” he groans as he pushes his cock all the way inside me.
His cadence is as crazy as it was a few minutes ago. It’s feral. Urgent. Unyielding.
“I love the way you fuck me hard,” I pant.
My revelation surprises me.
“Christ,” he hisses with a deep low grunt. “Your pussy. Jesus.”
With a roar, he delivers one last punishing thrust.
“Fuck, Everly.”
I struggle in his arms until my lips meet his. As I swallow his cries of ecstasy, my clit comes alive again.
“Oh,” I sob against his lips.
My whole body trembles again as pleasure rips through me.
Once again, this man rocked my world.
CHAPTER 29
Holt
“Mr. Christensen,” Sydney says, knocking at my door.
“Yes.” My eyes lift from my laptop and meet hers.
“There’s a special delivery for you.”
“Goddammit.” I pound my fist against my desk. “Another black box?” I’m already on my feet.
“May I come in?” she asks.
“No need to sugarcoat it. Cadoc is worse than a whiny child. Sore loser. One week on, one week off. Enough with the boxes. I’m going to put an end to this stupidity,” I rage.
“Actually,” Sydney says, taking a step inside my office. “It isn’t a box.”
I frown. “What is it then?”
“I said you have received a special delivery. The person who brought it is still standing in the reception area… and I believe you know her.”
I still haven’t clued in. Sydney picks up on that.
“She says you’re one of her top clients. She’s the owner of Sugar Glaze Shack.”
My lips break into a huge smile.
“Should I ask Angela to have one of the security guards bring her up?”
“Definitely.”
“I thought so.” She’s so proud of herself. “I went downstairs to meet this woman in person. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t another one of Cadoc’s ruses. Miss Bickford-Smith is far too beautiful and far too sharp to be associated with a lowlife like him. I felt confident she was telling the truth.”
“She is. We know each other.”
“I see,” she says.
“I’m a big fan of her donuts as you know.”
I honestly have no idea why I felt the need to add that.
“That’s what I figured.”
The way she cocks her eyebrow suggests she’s able to read between the lines.
“Will you be meeting with Miss Bickford-Smith in your office or should I reserve one of the conference rooms?”
“My office is fine.”
“Of course.”
With that, Sydney turns on her heel and saunters out of my office.
After a few rounds of heart-stopping sex last Saturday night, Everly and I stayed curled up on my couch until three in the morning. When she declared she needed a few hours of shuteye before her workday, I called a car to drive her to her place. On Sunday, Jace, Jagger and I had prior plans with the kids. We spent the day there taking full advantage of the five-mile loop of orchards, ranches, shops and restaurants in Oak Glen—an hour and a half east of LA. Until I became a father, it’s the last place on earth where you’d find me, but Naomi loves it.
Everly and I were supposed to connect on Monday at her place until a call from Xander had me on a flight to London. Thank God my parents were more than happy to take care of Naomi. After months of courtship, Xander finally nabbed a voice born for stardom. It was a brutal week of negotiation, but in the end, I signed Kelsey Lake to my label. It was a great week for business, but I was away from my daughter and I wasn’t able to enjoy the company of a woman who’s impossible to resist.
“Knock, knock,” Sydney raps on the door. I open it immediately.
Wow.
“Hey.” Everly’s brilliant smile is arresting.
“Hey,” I parrot.
We stare at each other like fools.
“Well, I’ll go back to my desk,” Sydney says.
“I’ll be unavailable for the next little while,” I tell her.
“Of course,” she offers a small smile. “You know where to find me if you need, Mr. Christensen.” The words barely leave her mouth than she’s already turned on her heel.
“Thank you,” I throw over her shoulder.
I return my focus to the sexy brunette standing in front of me.
“This is unexpected,” I smile.
“I remembered the name of your record label and did a quick Google search. Is it okay?”