Proud to Serve Her(17)

“So tight,” he murmured before claiming her lips again, then his hips jerked forward and he was deeply seated inside of her. Her legs lifted of their own accord, and she wrapped them around his hips, allowing him greater access as he pulled back and thrust again.

The world narrowed to the motion of his cock and the tension of his mouth as the kisses took on a harder demand. He sucked her tongue and pursued it back into her mouth. The assault on her senses blotted out the world. She fought to hold onto some sense of herself. It was all skin sliding on skin, ripples of pleasure cascading from every point of contact and with every thrust, he grazed along her clit until the orgasm stormed through her and she could only dig her nails into his shoulders and hang on.

His shout followed hers and he bucked, his balls slapping her ass as he came. She forced her eyes open, drinking in the rapture twisting his expression until he collapsed into a pure masculine blanket of heat. Pleasure continued to eddy through her, drowning the shy reserve and she stroked the length of his spine, petting him as he’d caressed her earlier, and when her sex clenched around him, he groaned into her ear.

“Happy birthday, Helena.”

God, he even made her name sound sexy.



***



He rolled over at the sound of the door and lifted his head. Dawn edged the windows, the sun already rousing to greet the morning. He didn’t have to stretch out a hand to know she’d left. He’d taken her four times over the course of the night, indulging every idea that popped into his head.

At some point between lapping up the sweet cream of her desire and urging her to mount him, she’d murmured something about an early court appointment. It didn’t allay the desire to reach over and take her again. Sighing, he shoved upward. He needed to check the restaurant. He’d abandoned his staff to handle the rest of opening night, enjoying the hell out of the wild woman she’d become in his bed and with dawn, their one-night stand over, he regretted not inviting her back.

Scrubbing a hand over his face, his gaze landed on the slender black rectangle that lay next to his pants on the chair and a lazy smile stretched across his face.

Her phone promised that she’d return.

He eyed the smart little device with satisfaction and started planning their next menu…