Wicked Valentine(4)

“You know what I want, baby?” He licked the back of her sweaty shoulder.

She shook her head, focused only on each thrust and retreat of his cock into her sex and the squishy noises her pussy made.

“I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and suck me tight when you come.” His voice deepened, lowered, and caressed her ear. His thrusts slowed. The hand gripping her hip moved around in between her thighs. “I want to hear you scream my name and know I’m the one making your body drip with heat.” He jerked behind her, propelled back, and thrust harshly back inside. Another deep dive and the coiling in her body tightened. “I want you to remember that I’m the man for you.”

“Max—”

“Me.” His voice turned into a gravel-soft whisper by her ear.

She panted, only half-listening to him. “Oh, my!”

He thrust hard and stroked her clit with a finger. The rough caress sent shivers down her back.

“I’ve waited this long to have you, Sabrina.” He slammed into her again, ground his cock into her pussy as far as he could, and pinched her clit. “This is only the beginning.”

Arousal unraveled in a frenzied brushfire that consumed her. “Max!” The orgasm rushed through her with the force of a tsunami.

He groaned, a wholly male sound that made her nipples ache. “Yes, baby. Suck my cock with your pussy,” he urged just as the tension inside her snapped.

Her pussy fluttered and tightened around his cock. Her back bowed until her head leaned back into his slick chest.

His thrusts turned shallow, quick and desperate. Thrust after thrust, he slapped his cock into her pussy hard. He ground into her one final time and stiffened behind her. A second later he cursed and found his own release. His cock pulsed inside her at the same time she returned from riding the pleasure wave.





Chapter Three





Nina sighed, rubbing a hand over her temple. The permanent headache she’d had for the past two weeks made its presence known once again. Like she’d forget the damn pain that didn’t want to go away.

“Nina, Are you OK?”

She jerked her head up and smiled. Her cousin Alex was staring down at her with a worried frown.

Jumping to her feet, she enveloped Alex in a tight hug. “I’m fine. Sit down before I feel guilty for making you stand.”

Alex rolled her eyes and took the seat across from her at their favorite restaurant, near her office. “You know, I’m only three frickin’ months pregnant. You and Andrew need to remember that.”

She giggled at Alex’s frown. “What’s Andrew done? I thought you liked being married?”

Alex opened her eyes wide, as if Nina had said something shocking. “Of course I do! I love Andrew. And he loves me. But you’d think the man has never seen a pregnant woman before. He’s driving me nuts constantly telling me to sit down. The baby is not gonna pop out because I stand for a bit.” She picked up a breadstick and took a crunching bite.

Nina laughed, imagining Alex’s super sexy husband catering to his wife. It was so cute. “You know he means well. He wants you to be careful.”

Alex sighed, a soft smile slid across her lips. “I know. And he’s really great. I’ve never had a man so ready to do whatever I need to keep me happy. It makes me feel so…special.” She took another bite of the breadstick and blinked. “But that’s not why we’re here.”

Crap. Why did she call Alex and say she was feeling down? Now their usual weekly lunch was going to revolve around Nina and whatever was troubling her.

She grinned, hoping the smile appeared worry free. “Sweetie, whatever I said, olvÍdalo. Just forget it.”

Alex lifted a perfectly arched brow. “I don’t think so.” She took a breath but the waiter appeared to take their orders before she got a chance to speak. Once he was gone, she leaned forward on the table, her arms resting on the pristine burgundy tablecloth. “What’s wrong?”

Nina opened her mouth to deny anything was wrong, but stopped when she glanced over Alex’s shoulder. She shut her mouth and frowned at the couple being seated.

Alex turned to look at the couple as well. “Is that Max? Damn, he looks better than he did the time I saw him at your office. And who’s that with—Oh! He’s looking this way…”

Nina’s gaze collided with Max’s. His previously smiling face took on an almost angry scowl. She lifted her chin when he left his lunch companion and marched toward them.

“Sabrina.”

“Maxwell.” She lifted her chin higher. They weren’t a couple, and she’d never promised him forever. What they had, had been a single night and wouldn’t be repeated. “You’ve met my cousin, Alex.”