Free Shattered Virtue by Magda Alexander Page B

and I almost grunt with pleasure from the feel of her hard little nubs. “You’re welcome.” In another second or two, she’ll move away, put distance between us. Except. She doesn’t. Hot, sweet, trembling, she remains in my arms.
    “Madrigal.” I unloop her hands from around my neck, pull back from her. “Better get some shut-eye. Tomorrow will be a tough day.” I can’t believe I’m actually saying such a thing.
    “That’s not what I want to do.” Hard not to understand the meaning behind her words.
    “You’re playing with fire.”
    “Maybe I want to burn.”
    “No. You don’t. Not with me.”
    “I’m of legal age. I’m not a virgin.”
    “You’re also the granddaughter of the founding partner of the law firm where I work.”
    She throws her leg over my hips and climbs on me. “Not tonight I’m not.”
    My cock’s hard beneath her. I’m naked. And the only thing between us is her skirt. Sweet mother in heaven. My hands tremble even as they hold her back. “What do you want from me, Madrigal?”
    “I want you to have sex with me.”

CHAPTER 10
    Madrigal
    His hands clamp on my wrists, push me away. “We can’t do this. ”
    “Sure we can.” I brush my lips against his, lick him. When I slip my tongue between his lips, he groans. “You want me. I know you do.”
    “A dead man would want you. That’s not the point.”
    “That’s exactly the point.”
    He frees one hand and pulls back on my hair. It hurts a little, but I like it. I like the pain. “Why are you acting this way? Is it because I offered to help? You don’t have to do this.”
    “That’s not the reason.”
    “Then why?” He eases his hold on me.
    I run my hand up that chiseled body of his, those hard abs, that sculpted chest. “All my life, I’ve been the good girl, done the right thing. Just once I’d like to cut loose.”
    “And I’m the chump you chose?”
    “You’re not a chump.”
    He curls a big, masculine hand around my nape. Beneath me he’s grown longer, harder. “Once might not be enough, Madrigal. Have you thought of that?”
    “One night. That’s it.”
    He shakes his head as if he’s finding it hard to think he’s considering it. “You sure about this?”
    I grind down on his hard erection. “Yes.”
    “Lose your clothes.”
    I stand up. The floor’s freezing and so is the temperature of the room. All the hard-earned warmth I fought so hard for dissipates in an instant. I toss the jacket and skirt to the floor but keep the blouse on to protect me against the cold before I scoot back into bed with him.
    Grabbing my ass, he hauls me across his groin and grinds against me. He’s huge and insistent beneath me.
    I had two college boyfriends. Neither was as well-endowed. “Yesssss.”
    “Rub yourself against me.” I shiver at the command in his voice.
    Obeying him, I jerk back and forth while he guides me to a rhythm that enhances my pleasure. When I rub my panty-covered pussy across his cock, my body catches on fire. Soon I’m burning up.
    “Does that feel good, Madrigal?” In the dark, his voice is pure gravel. When he surges upward, I swallow. Hard. “Yes.”
    “Good. Now take off your blouse. Slowly. Like you’re doing a striptease.”
    “You can’t see anything. It’s dark.”
    “I can damn well imagine it. Go on.”
    My hand goes to the first button and the second while his breathing grows harsh. Finally, I come to the end. He pulls the blouse off, tosses it to the foot of the bed. His hands curl around my lacy-bra-covered breasts. “You have amazing tits.”
    I love the dirty talk. My preppy boyfriends, as he calls them, were always too civilized with me. “You have an amazing cock,” I reciprocate.
    “You don’t know it yet. But you will.” Reaching behind me, he unsnaps my bra, and my breasts tumble free, right into his eager hands. He kneads them for several seconds before sitting up and sucking a nipple right into his mouth.
    A streak of lightning races to my core,