“You only see what I want you to see.”
He leaves my breasts and finally touches where I want, need, him to touch. His tongue parts my lips and his teeth claim my clit. Tears well up in my eyes from the pain, but it’s intoxicating. Every lick sends my body into a frenzy. Every suck and nibble pushes me closer to the edge building within, a winding series of knots and ecstasy threatening to undo me in a moment.
Then his mouth is gone. I pry open my eyes, breathless and desperate to find where he went. Eric straddles me, naked. The man undresses faster than any human I’ve ever met. He also is every bit as muscled and structured as I pictured in our sterile afternoons together, carved into a level of perfection unlike anything I’d seen.
Pristine abs and those delicious lines lead me like bread crumbs to his cock. It demands all my attention. Large, thick, with veins in all the best places. The head stands above the rest, a large candy waiting to be sucked.
Before I can reach for it, he slides a condom over the top and rolls it on with one hand. His hands run over his length twice, showing off. Never once does his gaze break from mine. A show just for me.
Eric grabs my legs and flips me onto my stomach. A heavy hand trails down my spine and I lift my ass in the air. He knocks my legs wider and teases my opening with his head. This simple gesture confirms he’s bigger than anyone I’ve slept with.
There’s no time to worry, because he slides himself into me with a force that bumps my head into the cushioned headboard. He works us into a rhythm, in and out, back and forth. His fingers find my clit and he rubs me slowly.
With every other partner, clitoral stimulation has been the only way for me to get off, but the mere presence of Eric’s cock in my body has me on edge. His fingers only made it better, icing on the cake.
Eric pulls me upright by my hair, just enough to keep him deep inside. His hand grips my breast and he uses me as a handle to thrust harder than ever. It only takes a few thrusts in this position to send me flying.
The orgasm almost pops up out of nowhere, surprising me with the sharp intensity and heat. It is easily my best orgasm ever. Waves rush over me, lasting almost a full thirty seconds before I can again feel my face. Eric thrusts harder, faster, until he’s grunting through his own orgasm. It’s so sexy hearing this big man who lives on intimidating the world come completely undone.
I collapse on the bed when he pulls out, trying to steady my heart. According to the clock, it had only been fifteen minutes, but it felt like a lifetime of bliss. An eternity of ecstasy. Nothing could top it.
“Don’t get too comfortable.” Eric gives my ass a slap. “That was only the appetizer.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ERIC
Sweat drips into my eyes and down my nose as I throw a few more jabs. The harder I can punch, the better. When I don’t know how to deal with the shit in my head, I just beat the fuck out of something until it all makes sense again.
It’s also very handy when I feel the urge to strangle a client. Half my boxing gym is lawyers. Most stressful job in the country, you know.
Geoff winces behind the bag he’s holding. Good. I throw a few more solid hits and watch him jiggle and huff on the other side. He’s trying to be a good sport, pretend he can hang with the big boys when he definitely can’t.
This is the best possible scenario for today. Beat the fuck out of the bag to try to figure out why I can’t get Kate out of my head.
Nothing went to plan. As soon as I saw her, some alien took over my body and all sense of reason fled through the fucking window. I just needed compromising pictures. I didn’t need to follow her up to the room.
I wanted to, no doubt. Instead of keeping a cool head, remaining as distant from that shit as the moon is from the sun, I was buried in her. I lost myself in her body.
It was goddamn unacceptable. No one woman should get to me like this, ever.
“There he is.” Paxton tightens his gloves and throws a light punch at my shoulder. “There’s Casanova.”
“Fuck off.” I throw the hardest punch yet and Geoff stumbles back. “Don’t you have some skirts in County to chase?”
“Oh-ho!” Paxton plasters a shit-eating grin on his face. “Did I hit a nerve?”
“You can’t hit shit.”
“He’s a little on edge.” Geoff chimes in. I glare at him and he holds the bag. “Probably because he found a girl he likes.”
“Jesus Christ, Dr. Phil.” I throw my arms back to keep from punching him in the face. “Your job is to hold the goddamn bag, not attempt to discern my mood. In case we all fucking forgot, I’m currently at the beck and call of some goddamn asshole with too much money who makes my life a living hell on the daily. I’d like to burn some steam.”