Free Hot for Pepper by Emily Ryan-Davis

but her amusement faded with her next thought. “I bet you have a lot of experience.”
    He cupped her hips and the sheathed head of his erection bumped her bottom. “Pepper. I do, but not with anybody who matters as much as you.”
    Her chest tightened. Before she found words to respond, Mitch angled between her legs and filled her. His groan of pleasure raised goose bumps on her skin and from behind—from behind, his every thrust connected with that soul-shattering spot inside. He started slow but Pepper quickly realized he hadn’t lied. Urgency quickened his pace, tightened his grip on her flesh.
    Pepper clung to the shelf, her breathing erratic. Her lungs didn’t want to cooperate, didn’t want to function on their own, and she couldn’t spare thought for them. Everything went to matching Mitch, maintaining his rhythm. She shoved back to meet him, relishing the bruising power of his abs against her buttocks. His breathing paced hers, harsh and jagged.
    “Hold still,” he muttered, grasping her waist and anchoring her against his groin.
    She shook her head, tried to rock forward, but Mitch was stronger and he was coming. His groan emerged as a curse. Pepper squeezed her eyes shut and focused, clamping down hard around him. She fought his hold and gained a fraction of an inch, worked herself on that fraction until heat built behind her ears. Prying her fingers free of the shelf, trusting Mitch to keep her from falling, she did what he’d done—ran her fingertips over her clit and brought herself over with him.
    Together, they breathed hard in the stillness of the closet. Mitch responded differently to orgasm than she did—whereas she had no strength left, he seemed to gain power. His arms banded tight around her ribs, holding her upright and fusing their racing heartbeats into one slowly calming pulse.
    Off in the kitchen, someone shouted an angry curse and glass shattered. Pepper knew she should care but she couldn’t make herself do it.
    “Someone else can deal with it,” she whispered.
    Mitch kissed the side of her neck and squeezed her. “Pepper.”
    “Mmm?” She crossed her arms over his.
    “I’m exhausted,” he said, and his weary voice echoed his confession. “Come to bed with me. Let someone else deal with it for the rest of the day.”
     

 
    6
    Midafternoon, the vibration of a cell phone woke Mitch from a deep sleep. He tightened one arm around the warm woman beside him and reached for the phone. “Robert” on the caller ID alerted him to his surroundings and stopped him short of answering her phone. Sending the call to voicemail, he rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The mysterious man with the diamond for Pepper.
    “Mmmm.” Pepper stretched and slid against him, draping her bare thigh across his groin. “Did the alarm go off?”
    Her sleepy voice, husky and low, set off all his physical responses. His cock stiffened eagerly. Mitch searched out the soft skin beneath her camisole and spread his fingers across her lower back.
    “You got a call,” he said to the top of her head tucked beneath his chin. He hesitated a beat before adding, “Robert. Do you need to return the call right away?”
    She tensed and pushed up to sit beside him. Finger-combing bright, tousled hair away from her sleep-pink cheeks, she looked from the phone to him. “I should, yes. I should call back right now.”
    His gut clenched. Mitch handed her the phone and sat. “I’ll clear out.”
    “No.” Her fingertips grazed his thigh and she pinned him with the featherlight touch. “Stay with me. It won’t take long.”
    He nodded his assent and she blew out a hard breath before pressing a button and placing the phone against her ear. The pulse at the base of her throat fluttered erratically. Mitch moved to sit behind her and draw her back to his chest.
    “I was napping,” Pepper said, response to Robert’s greeting. “No. I didn’t check messages before I called you back. I need to talk to