She watched him with a curious expression. “You seem a little out of practice with that for a stripper.”
He got the damn thing on despite his general impatience and somewhat quivering hands. Then he pushed himself between her legs. “I’m new to the job.”
Lydia grabbed hold of his sheathed dick and put it right where he’d been dying to stick it. “Hopefully you’re not new to fucking.”
He pushed himself inside with one long, hard thrust, and he grunted like a damn animal when he did it. She gasped and tipped her head back. “Jesus, I guess you’re not new to that. Not at all.”
Nate grabbed her hips and plunged into her again, reveling in her tight, slick fit. She took hold of his shirt, and this time, she yanked the front of it hard enough to send three buttons flying.
“I can pay for that,” she said breathlessly.
He’d pay for this too. Later. His mouth quirked upward. “It’s deductible.”
Grabbing his tie, she pulled him toward her and kissed him hard. He caught the strong tang of alcohol on her, along with the heady, sweet taste of willing, aroused female. He gave her his tongue, exploring her mouth while he fucked her. She held on to his tie with one hand while the other slipped inside his shirt, and her nails dragging across his chest drove a hoarse moan from his lips.
Aside from the ruined half of his white shirt and the pants around his ankles, he was fucking a naked woman while still completely dressed himself. He hadn’t even managed to get his jacket off. That was a first, one of several for the day.
Breaking off the kiss, he let go of her hips and tugged her hair back, exposing her long, slender throat. He ran his tongue down the length of it and found one of her breasts, flicking the hard, long nipple with his tongue and then biting down gently.
“Oh God, Antoine,” she cried loudly. “Harder. Bite me. Fuck me.”
She was such a wild bitch, bucking her hips like a crazed woman while she used his tie to hold him in place against her tits. He took her ass in both hands and lifted her right off the table, pegging her as deep as his cock would go. She grabbed his shoulders and hung on desperately for the ride, her breast jiggling in his mouth while her whimpers and moans grew louder and more fevered.
“Lay me down,” she said in a broken whisper. “Fuck me on the table.”
He did as she asked, pounding into her while her tits bounced violently and her hair hung over the far edge of the table. He could see her fantastic body much better this way anyway, and the incredibly erotic expression on her face while her head rolled back and forth turned his temporary madness into full-blown insanity.
She bit her lip and arched suddenly, and her legs wrapped tight around his back.
“I’m coming,” she called out, a wholly unnecessary declaration in light of the scream that followed.
Her orgasm happened just in time, because condom or not, the sensations she aroused in him proved too much to handle. He tossed his head back while he growled out his climax, digging his fingers into her creamy thighs while he spent his cum inside the rubber. Her pussy walls contracted around him relentlessly, milking out more spasms of ecstasy until he couldn’t shoot off another drop. And that was that.
Nate had done it. He’d fucked a woman he was sworn to bring to jail. That fact floated somewhere up above his orgasm, although he wasn’t quite ready to face it yet.
He pulled out of her, but before he could back away, she sat up and put her arms around him. “Thank you,” she said, pressing her face to his chest. “You have no idea how bad I needed that.”
He stood there blinking with her clutched to him. “Actually, I think I have a pretty fair idea.”
“No, you don’t. You can’t.”
Now she sounded as if she was pleading, almost distraught. When she pulled her head back to look at him, he was surprised to see his dirty little vixen had tears in her eyes.
“It’s been such a bad year,” she said while he gaped at her. “All I wanted was to do the right thing. But my boss did something really terrible. What I mean to say is, it was so nice to lose myself for a few minutes. Thanks for that.”
The bounty hunter returned at that moment, delivering a swift mental kick to the groin that doused the aftermath of incredible sex. Whatever look was on his face must have registered high on Lydia’s shit-o-meter, because her eyes widened in horror and she slid off the table.
“Wow, I am so sorry,” she said in a rush while she picked up the bottom to her bathing suit and tied the strings back together. “I know sex is just a fun job perk to you, and that’s fine. Really. Please don’t think I’m one of those needy chicks.” She put the bikini bottoms back on and sniffed. “That’s what I get for hitting the good booze. Shit, I hope I didn’t freak you out.”