Free Rocked in the Dark by Clara Bayard Page B

naked body, I couldn’t think of a single thing not to like about him. If we could spend all of our time together naked, we’d get along just fine.
I giggled at the thought.
“Not the best time to be laughing at a man,” he said, readying himself for me.
“Poor, fragile ego. Come here and I’ll make it all better.”
He grinned, and did as I suggested. Spreading me open with one hand, his eyes were trained on mine as he pushed inside me slowly. I gasped and arched my back, sinking into a daze.
The slow slid into my slick heat was delicious torture. Stretching and pressure, intense pleasure. His thumb found the tiny bundle of nerves above my core and I thought I might die.
“Look at me,” he murmured.
I did, watching his green eyes flash and his jaw tighten.
Rick tangled one hand in my hair and smiled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Just this,” I choked out. “I just want you to fuck me.”
He drove inside all the way, pulled back and did it all over again. Deeper and harder each time. My arms snaked around his waist, pulling him into me faster. We wrestled like that, hurried and frantic. Mindlessly, wordlessly, we weren’t people anymore. Just bodies colliding and sliding. Attack and retreat in a rhythm that was wild and ageless.
Sweat beaded on our skin unnoticed. A distant noise barely registered in my brain before being forgotten completely.
Rick pulled my hair down, forcing my head to lean back, baring my neck. He sucked and licked over my jumping pulse, still thrusting harder, faster, deeper.
I met him each time, lifting and shifting my hips to find that perfect angle. And then, as he filled me again and again, I knew it was time. Every bit of me trembled with pleasure and the world started to gray out. I yelled something hoarsely and tightened around him as the orgasm crashed over me, wave after wave of fire.
But he didn’t stop or slow. Just kept driving again and again, taking me over time after time. Whether it was a hundred climaxes or just one endless one, I didn’t know or care. All that mattered was my overloaded senses, my whole body turned into a quivering mass of exquisite pleasure.
“More, more,” I pleaded, even though I wasn’t sure I could survive more. But I sure as hell wanted it.
Rick wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hooked his legs around mine and rolled us over, still joined. “Show me what you got,” he said with a sexy grin.
I took the challenge, bracing my hands on his pecs. My hair fell in a dark red sheet over my shoulders and I lifted up before sliding back down his length.
He muttered, “Oh, fuck, yes…” and I laughed.
I rode him like that, anchored by his hands on my hips, but controlling the speed and angle myself. Deeper and faster, I could barely breathe, but didn’t dare stop. I succumbed to another climax and then felt him swell and shift inside me before he came too, gritting his teeth and hissing my name. Two more deep thrusts and we were spent.
Completely boneless, I collapsed onto him, sweaty and exhausted, but oh so happy. We stayed there like that for a few minutes, just breathing together.
But then, the noise I’d heard before returned. And it was louder this time. Banging. On the door. Someone was banging on my door.
“Shit.”
“What?” he asked blearily.
And then it all came back to me. Where I was. What I was doing. And what I was supposed to be doing. I scrambled off of Rick, almost falling to the floor in my haste. I ran into the bathroom on legs that barely worked and yanked on a bathrobe.
“What’s going on?”
“Rick, get up and get dressed.”
“Why? Just ignore the door and come back here. I’m not done with you, yet.”
My vision went a little blurry and I actually took a step towards the bed. But then the knocking started again.
“I have to get it, she won’t go away.”
“Who?”
“Laura. We’re supposed to have dinner.”
He snorted and pulled a sheet up over his waist. “Your manager? Let her in. I don’t mind.”
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