Free Crush (A Night Fire Novel Book 1) by TM Watkins Page A

pushing into me.
    “How do you want it? Hard and fast or soft and slow?”
    “Hard.” I groaned as he slid back out of me “Fast and hard fuck.”
    “You wanna hear the skin slap baby?”
    “Yes.”
    I groaned again as he pushed back in, it was slow at first and then he slammed into me, making me cry out again. His hands gripped my hips hard, squeezing the flesh as he began to give me what I asked for. One fast and furious, skin slapping hard fuck. Just like he told me that he wanted.
    It seemed a little seedy but it felt so damned good. Hearing him panting and groaning just as loud as what I was, it was an unreal feeling. I arched back, lifting off the table as Curtis ran one hand up my stomach. He stretched my top down to expose me, his hand cupping my free breast. In front of us was an entire wall of glass cabinets, awards sitting on the shelves. Behind the awards was glass, a view of us doing our dirty hard fuck was ours to watch.
    Curtis lifted one of my legs onto the desk, his hand freeing my other breast.
    “You watching us, dirty girl?” he nipped at my ear.
    His eyes met mine in the mirror, my delirious smile was a giveaway. Both hands cupped and pushed my breasts up, his movement was now slow. As he massaged and kneaded with his fingers he kissed the curve of my neck.
    The movement in and out was reverberating through me, plunging deep and then pulling so far out I could feel the head rub against me. It felt like I had left my body again, my throat was sore and dry from too much moaning.
    “Are you shattered my lovely?”
    I nodded, grinning when he chuckled again.
    “Alright, we'll finish up then. Ready?”
    “Yes.” I happily hissed.
    His hands moved from my breasts, one gripping my shoulder, the other taking my hip. Over and over again his hips pounded hard against me, his grip on my shoulder keeping me in place. With one final thrust and one hell of a groan, he stilled. Seconds later he continued a few more times, much slower.
    I had nothing left, I laid on the desk and the house plans unable to comprehend the concept of moving. Curtis pulled out of me and followed with a round of harsh expletives.
    “Fuuuck, Frankie. Shit, I completely forgot.”
    I cracked an eye, turning my head to look at him. Shamefaced and looking like he was expecting me to yell at him.
    “What?”
    “Condom.”
    It was then that I could feel the icky sensation of liquid sliding down my inner thigh. I stood up, trying to hold all possible muscles together to stop any more from leaking. Shit.
    “Bathroom's uh, down there I think.”
    I kicked off my shoes and picked up my panties, awkwardly walking down the corridor.
    As I sat and waited for the semen to drain away, I closed my eyes and tried to find a calm place. Two days in and he's trying to get me pregnant. Because I knew it wasn't an accident. I was just lucky that I knew my dates well and hoped that being a couple of days away from my period would be beneficial.
    I knew I'd have to be more mindful of this. He wouldn't do it again for a while but if he was determined then there was a multitude of things he could do. Like putting pin prick holes in a condom or even slipping it off right before entry.
    I sighed and wiped the tear away, when we got back from LA and I had confirmed I wasn't pregnant, I will be going on the pill.
    Warily I walked back into the study, he was leaning on the desk seemingly looking over the plans.
    “Don't you think it's a bit early on?”
    My voice was calm, I wasn't going to yell, this wasn't going to be an argument. Curtis said nothing as he rolled up the plans.
    “I'm going to have a shower.” I said softly as I picked up my shoes and walked away.

Chapter Eight
     
    The lovely and fiendish Lola Cooper was sitting out on the balcony at Jaxon's apartment. She was slinging back a beer when I approached.
    “Evening hun.” she smiled brightly. “Look at you, rockin' the threads.”
    I laughed a little and sat on the chair beside her. It