“When did you do this?” She turns to me and watches me with wide blue eyes.
“I had them made yesterday after you left my office, but I hung them this morning.”
“I can’t leave them up.”
I step to her and tip her head back to look up at me. “Yes, you can. This is your home, Lauren, and you should have these on your wall. No one but you and me comes in here anyway.”
“Why did you do this?” she whispers.
“Because I saw you looking at my diplomas on my office wall. You need to have these on display. It’s a big deal, Lauren. Be proud of yourself. God knows I’m so fucking proud of you I’m bursting.”
She jumps in my arms, wraps those long-as-hell legs around my waist, grips my face in her hands, and kisses the fuck out of me. I plant my hands on her ass and carry her over to the wall, where I can support her with my body and I can touch her freely.
“I want you, right now,” she murmurs against my lips. Her hands are clenched in my hair, holding me still so she can continue to plunder my mouth with her own.
I let her set the pace. She’s circling her hips against mine, pushing her naked pussy against my crotch, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I swear to God, her lithe body is going to fucking kill me.
She grips both sides of the shirt she’s wearing and yanks hard, ripping the buttons free. “God, I can’t get close enough to you.”
“I fucking love your body,” I growl, and pull a nipple into my mouth, tugging with my teeth, rolling my tongue over it.
“Shirt off,” she orders.
“I kind of like this sexy bossy side to you, sweetness.”
Her eyes are hot as she watches me jerk my T-shirt over my head and toss it aside.
Just when I thought I couldn’t get any harder, she leans down, bites my shoulder, and makes me want to come out of my skin.
“I love your tats.” She grins and traces the yin and yang with her fingertip.
“I’ve noticed.” I laugh and plant my hands on the globes of her ass, hitching her up higher. I pull one hand around to her clit and then slide two fingers easily inside her. “You’re so fucking wet, sweetheart.”
“I want you right now, Ty.” She leans in and kisses my ink, and I almost come right then and there.
I push my jeans down my hips and thank God that I didn’t throw on any underwear as I position the head of my cock at her entrance and slide home.
“You feel so damn good, baby.” I bury my face in her neck and push and pull, over and over, increasing speed, losing myself in her warmth, in her amazing body.
Her legs and her pussy tighten around me and I know she’s about to come. Her chest rubs over mine, sending electricity straight down to my cock, and I’m right there with her.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers.
“Look at me.”
She opens her eyes and pins me in her hot, blue stare as we ride each other in a torrential storm of lust and pure, unadulterated passion.
She bites her lip and bears down, groans, and shivers, coming over my dick, in my arms against the wall, sending me over the edge right along with her. I can’t stop rocking against her as my body continues to come endlessly inside her.
“You do things to me that I’ve never felt before,” she whispers as she rests her forehead on mine. “It scares me a little.”
“It scares me a lot, but you’re stuck with me, sweetness. You’re mine, do you understand?”
She offers me a small smile and drags her fingers down my cheek. “I get it. It’s not such a bad deal.”
“So glad you approve.” I pull out of her as she slides down my body. “I have to get to work.”
I don’t want to leave her, but today is a court day, and I don’t have a choice.
Jesus, Sullivan, grow a pair. You can survive without her during the workday.
She grins and pulls my shirt closed over her breasts as she licks those plump lips of hers, made even puffier from our rough kisses.
“I have to work too.” She turns back to look at the book covers hung on her wall. “They look so beautiful.”
“Is it okay?” I ask hesitantly.
“That you did this?”
I nod.
“It’s obviously okay, Ty. I just attacked you.”
Every Tuesday night from mid-May to mid-October, Cunningham Falls hosts a farmers’ market in Frontier Park. Local farmers and businesses set up tents and tables to display everything from fresh seasonal flowers to jellies and jams and handmade crafts.
In the center of the park is a temporary stage where musicians set up and play for the evening as well.
“Oh, God, these brownies are to die for,” Lauren moans as she nibbles on a sample from Mrs. Blakely’s booth. “I’ll take four.”