Free Valentine's in the Club by Megan Slayer Page B

lower belly, making her skin shine like rich mahogany. He inserted one finger into her sweet channel, thrilled when she groaned and rocked on his hand. He added another finger, smearing her juices over her labia and his lips. Her tiny moans filled the air. Yeah, he loved this. Loved her.
    With his fingers in her cunt, he buried his face in her nether lips, licking and tasting her. Memorizing her. He nipped her inner thigh, then turned his attention to her clit, rolling the tiny bundle of nerves between his teeth. He grinned when she cried out and her grip on his hair tightened.
    Her nails bit into his scalp. “Trip. More.” Her boots clicked on the drawer handles of his desk as she wriggled for purchase on his desktop.
    “Yes, babe.” He sucked on her clit and pumped his fingers in her channel.
    “Fuck.” She writhed under his touch. “Close.” Her chest heaved, and her hips bucked off the table.
    Close? He hummed against her clit, then pulled his fingers out of her sweet heat. She wasn’t allowed to be so close without him. He wrapped his hand around his cock, coating himself in her juices. The touch of his fingers on his body kicked his need up another notch. Damn, he was close, too.
    She rose up on her elbows and frowned at him. “What?” Her dark brows knotted. “You stopped.”
    “Come here, babe.” Trip grasped her hips, easing her down from the desk and onto his lap.
    Morgan shivered and guided his cock into her pussy. She enveloped him inch by inch, and her grip on him nearly drove him mad. He groaned and held onto her waist.
    Morgan panted. Her hair fell around her shoulders in tangled curls, and her cheeks tinged with pink. She tipped her head back and balanced on her toes, rolling her hips. The move sent him deeper into her.
    “God.” Trip licked his lips and scooted forward on his chair. He needed the leverage to give her the time of her life. She deserved a man to love her, and he wanted to be that man. He pistoned his hips, filling her with his cock. He wouldn’t last. Not this time. Next time he’d go slow. Next time he’d be gentle.
    “Now. Trip. Fuck me.” Morgan met him thrust for thrust. Her moans drowned out the music on the other side of the wall.
    “Yes, ma’am.” Trip took over the session and grasped her ass. Her chest bounced with each thrust, and her head lolled on her shoulders. Her legs trembled. Oh, yeah. The orgasm building in his belly surged through his body. Love and devotion to Morgan bubbled in his heart.
    “Mine, Morgan.” Trip held her tight to his groin and gave in to the climax. His seed filled her womb, and he growled. “Mine.”
    “Trip.” His name came out on a sigh, and she slumped against his chest. She gasped for breath in his arms and didn’t speak for a long time.
    Trip cuddled her and kissed the top of his head. If someone asked him to describe a perfect moment, he’d have described having her right there in his embrace. The world faded away, and nothing mattered but her.
    Morgan disengaged from him, but instead of smiling, she shook her head. “We shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered. “Trip. We made a mistake.”
    Hell’s bells. Talk about ruining a perfect moment. Jesus. Trip scrubbed one hand over his face. Part of him wanted to be patient with her. Yeah, they’d taken things to the next level and chanced the friendship, but it was better. They were better as a team. Sex served as the icing on the cake...didn’t it?
    “That shouldn’t have happened.” She crawled off his lap and righted her dress. “You finished inside me. What the hell were you thinking?”
    “I’m sorry. I’ll remember for next time.” Being with her meant thinking went out the window. Yes, he should’ve used a rubber, but things had gone too damn fast.
    “Next time? There won’t a next time.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “This was such a damn mistake.”
    Now she’d pissed him off. Denying they had chemistry and a fucking good time...damn