Sabrina pushes to her knees, works her panties off, drops them to the floor, and urges me on top of her.
“Not yet,” I whisper, holding back.
“Why?”
“You’re wearing too much.”
I slide my hands behind her back, unzip the skirt, yank it down, and toss it on the floor.
“Nothing between us. Not tonight.” I sound goddamned crazy, but then this whole thing breached sanity a long time ago.
I’ll plunder every last inch of her skin. I’ll worry about who I’ve turned into when it’s over, when Brina’s in my arms still trying to breathe, her sex-hair tickling my chest.
“How sweet,” she says, rolling her eyes playfully.
No. I’m anything but sweet right now.
Then again, I’m not going to argue about it when I could be slamming her into the mattress instead, making her shudder.
She wraps her legs around me, crawling them up my back.
Her warm, wet heat molds against the hard shaft, desperate to sink into her, to pump her full of me. She’s leaking on my cock and it’s driving me insane.
Still, I want something else first. I lower my lips to hers, caressing her tongue with mine.
She touches my face, runs a hand through my hair, and returns it to my face.
I match the long luxurious strokes of our tongues as I slide into her, a bestial rasp grinding out of me.
We go on like that forever, this standoff of desire.
Slow movements of our hips, intoxicating strokes of our tongues, until Brina pushes herself up into a bridge position and arches into my thrusts, engulfing every inch of me.
Fuck.
I match her pace, and then overtake it, reaching up to pull her hair. Her head snaps back for a proper conquest, and I sink my teeth into her bottom lip.
“Mag!” She hisses, the instant I let her go with an upward thrust of my cock.
There’s a glorious shock in her tone with volume I’m not sure I’ve heard before. But then, I’ve never had her sinking down on my cock, on top, nailing her silky walls from an angle bound to leave her undone.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I whisper, pushing my forehead to hers, even fucking her eyes with my gaze. “We’re riding hard tonight.”
I’m a man of my word, clenching her ass, assisting her movements to sync perfectly with every frantic lunge of my dick. It doesn’t take long to shove her over the cliff, and I devour her lips when she comes, enjoying every wicked second.
Yes, we do slow and tender, but only with our lips.
Yes, I take her with the fury I swore, storming into her.
Yes, I do evil things.
I’m buried in my own madness watching her come the first time, and then the second a few minutes later, driving into her hard while I fist her hair and yank her head back. I hold her prone like she’s mine for life, making damn sure she tastes the man who’s making her come like July in January.
Shame that fucking Sabrina Bristol like tomorrow’s the apocalypse has its price.
I’m desperately close to the edge and trying to hang on, eager to steal a third bruising climax out of her.
Her body clenches around me, and she’s panting, scratching my neck and shoulders raw with her nails.
Keep it coming, kitten.
I’m not even that big a freak, but I’m so fucking gone for this woman, I don’t mind it one bit if she hurts me, if she scratches ribbons down my back as long as I’m exploding inside her so hard I see her eyes go white.
Thank fuck I’ve made my peace with it because I can’t hold back any longer.
Not when her hot cunt contracts a third time, wrapping around me like a puckered mouth, demanding every drop of heat and life and rage from my balls.
I explode inside her with a vicious grunt.
My spine turns into a fuse, and when the hellfire in my swollen dick hits my brain, I’m on a new high I never thought possible.
Of course, she’s right there with me.
Flinging herself up and down on me, over and over, stealing my heat, two warring storms of release like clashing lightning.
I can’t even remember what the hell I am by the time I shove her face into the nook of my neck, and we’re both gasping for dear life.
Once I catch my breath, I roll us onto our sides, flop down on the bed, and cradle her against me.
“One fine day, I’ll take you where I want to most,” I tell her.
“Oh? And where might that be?” Her curious little smile slays me.
“My desk. I might have to see if the insurance policy covers total loss by hurricane-force fuckery, but...”
She bursts out laughing, silencing my insanity with more sticky kisses.
We fall asleep together, drained and content.
I can’t remember the last time I slept with a woman in my arms.
Likely because it never happened.
A noise like a distant waterfall pulls me from a dead sleep. Brina steps out of my bathroom at four thirty sharp. She searches my floor for her clothes and starts getting dressed.
I stare at her perfect form.
“Go in later,” I say, still drugged with sleep. “And I’m getting you more clothes for here, dammit.”
“Can’t,” she says. “Airline pre-pitch meeting is this week, and I have to make you look good.”
I chuckle and swat at her cute little ass, missing in my groggy state.
“I admire your dedication, but you’ll be fine.”
“Maybe so, but what about Hugo and Dave from Sales?” She’s in her panties and bra, pulling her shirt on now. “Hey, you didn’t call Armstrong yet, did you? I think I want to Uber today.”
“No. I don’t like the idea of you in a car with a driver we don’t know,” I say. “It hasn’t been a week since Marissa was attacked.”
She pulls her skirt up.
“Marissa’s attack has nothing to do with me.” She bites her lip and sighs. “I’m—I don’t want Armstrong thinking I’m spending every night here.”
Her words hit me like cold water.
Shit. What will the others think when they catch wind of us? But I knew playing with fire only ends one way...
“Don’t worry. He won’t talk.”
She frowns at me. “I don’t think he would, but he’ll think I’m—”
“He doesn’t think shit, woman. He thinks you’re helping take care of Jordan because I told you to. And he’s right. Without you, the boy would still be starving on the couch.”
She smiles and walks over to the bed. She leans down and kisses me, this chaste peck that still makes me rock-hard.
I pull her back into bed with me and close my arms around her. “You’re waiting right here until Armstrong calls.”
“Joy. Lucky for you, there’s no place I’d rather be,” she says, smiling in the darkness.
I like the sound of that.
My throat tightens, and I wonder if she really is an angel disguised as my EA, and now something more.
I say nothing because I won’t have her thinking I’m a raving lunatic.
Instead, I just kiss her forehead, relishing every breath of this maddening woman I get.
Jordan hops out of the car, grabs his backpack—something he only has because Sabrina thought to tell Armstrong to fetch it from home—and scurries toward the academy’s column-flanked entrance.