Free Dirty Distractions by Cari Quinn

ever deeper into her giving sheath. She gasped around the condom she now bit into, likely ruining it with the imprint of her teeth. He alternated long, even thrusts with shorter, churning ones and stared hard at her straining features, knowing she was reaching for the same pinnacle he was. Needing to see her eyes as they found it together.
    “Sara,” he whispered. She made a sound deep in her throat and grasped him so forcefully with her internal muscles that his cock throbbed. “Baby, look at me.”
    Her lids lifted to show him eyes cloudy with desire. For him. Even in the low light, he glimpsed the storm of her emotions. Not merely sex. Hell no. The more he saw there, the harder he pounded into her. It wasn’t so much looking for satisfaction anymore as chasing down something he craved with every fiber of his being.
    And it damn sure wasn’t just an orgasm.
    Their gazes fused, and he was lost to her, to the wild urgency surging inside him to claim what was his.
    Though she wasn’t. Goddammit.
    She spasmed, drenching him in the liquid pulses of her release. Instead of going softer, yielding more, she raked her nails down his back, igniting erogenous zones he hadn’t realized he had. She reared up and scraped her fingers over his ass, pulling him into her so powerfully that her continuous ripples launched him over the edge. Half blind and totally mad, he muffled his shout against her throat, inhaling her sophisticated fragrance while she fucked him damn near into unconsciousness.
    Her arms came around him. Silken bonds he had no desire to work his way free of. Ever.
    Mushy asshole .
    Just as he was about to drift off, she coughed and the condom she’d clamped between her teeth hit his shoulder.
    He looked up and noted her grin. “See? Kept you quiet, didn’t I?”
    “Yes.” She nipped the top of his ear and his cock twitched inside her. Jesus. He’d be locked and loaded again in no time. “Next time I won’t make it so easy on you.”
    “Oh, that was easy, huh?”
    She pushed him onto his back and propped her elbows on his chest so that her hair tumbled down around them. Despite the move, he remained lodged in her sweet pussy. “You forget I’m sickly and weak,” she teased, gyrating her hips. “But what do you know, I’m feeling better already…”
    With a dramatic sigh, he tipped his head back into the pillows. “You’ll be the death of me, Doctor.”
    “Only if you’re lucky, O’Halloran.”

Chapter Six
    “Uhh. Come in.”
    Sara rubbed the persistent itch on her nose. She’d awakened to what she was sure were cries of passion, but they weren’t hers. She patted the empty, cool spot beside her in the bed. They weren’t Brad’s either.
    Brad. The smile stole across her face as she snuggled down into her pillow. Her lover. And what a lover he was.
    “Ooh, come in. Come in!”
    She jerked up on her elbows and stared at the bird circling his cage across the room. Had Telly really just asked her to come in? His vocabulary was expanding all the time—
    “Come in, come in hard!”
    “Oh, Christ,” she muttered, pressing her fingers to the dull throb in her forehead. Great. Her bird had witnessed her night of debauchery, and apparently they hadn’t been nearly as quiet as they’d hoped.
    It was all Brad’s fault. What that guy could do with his hips should be illegal. And his stamina… He took go all night to new levels.
    She swung her legs over the side of the bed and winced. Which accounted for the burn between her thighs. Well, that and his stubble.
    “Oooh, oooh, uhh!”
    “Okay, that’s enough of that.” Sara rose and hobbled over to Telly’s cage. She’d used muscles last night that had gone into dormancy the last few months, and holy Toledo were they screaming today. “You trying to rat me out, Telmeister?” She’d been working with him on his vocabulary since he was a baby, and didn’t it figure he’d jumped a grade ahead in his learning overnight?
    “Uhh, come