Free Romance: Love Dies Hard 2 (Billionaire Romance Series) (Hard to Love) by C.C. Cartwright Page B

him. I slowly unbutton his dress shirt and lightly press my lips against his bare soft smooth skin as I lick my way down his chest to his sinfully sexy abs and then continue licking down his delicious treasure trail. My fingertips glide across his skin until I get down to his belt and his hands caress my face when I look up at him. I love you is on the tip of my tongue wanting to roll off it. His expression is full of lust and do I dare say love? You’re imagining things Sophie, stop dreaming. Marcus doesn’t do love, remember? If anything he just ‘loves’ me when I’m on my knees with his shaft buried deep in my throat. Here I am, just where he wants me. I can’t resist wanting to please him in every way possible. My hand unleashes his rigid manhood from his briefs and I circle his crown with flicks of my tongue. Then I take him in deep.
    “Oh my God, yeah babe that’s it,” Marcus murmurs. As I come close to finishing him off he stops me.
    “Bend over my desk,” he commands. I stand and do as I’m told, so obedient aren’t I? I feel a draft as Marcus lifts the back of my dress up exposing me, taking me from behind as he slides in deep on the first stroke. His strong hands spread my cheeks apart as he pumps into me in a steady blissful rhythm. I can hear his grunts of desire as he slams into me and I grip the edge of the desk.
    “Marcus,” I cry out softly. He abruptly pulls out.
    “Now sit your pretty little ass on my desk, I need to be buried back inside  you right now,” he says urgently coaxing me.
    “I’ll do whatever you desire Mr. Hunter,” I say turning around to face him as I ease my bare ass onto his rich mahogany wood desk.
    “You need to come by my office more often,” he says eyeing me wickedly. I lean back and he props both of my legs up on his shoulders, he guides himself in, sinking into me. Then he hugs both of my legs into his chest and starts pounding into me, the heavenly friction between my legs becomes almost unbearable. I struggle to keep my mewling down because of where we are. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles are white, I feel like I’m dying.
    “Is this what you came to my office looking for Miss Shawn?”
    “Yes, always,” I gasp. I love hearing his ragged breathing, he’s working hard as he pistons in and out of me, our soft moans of pure pleasure fill his office, echoing off its four walls. I gaze up at the ceiling knowing I’m probably not the first, nor will I be the last woman here on his desk succumbing to his sexual desires. I need to remind myself that it’s alright, I want this too. I knew what I was walking into with Marcus. We have no secrets or unrealistic expectations of what this is going on between us.
    “This is where you belong, sprawled out on my desk, giving me the best kind of pleasure imaginable,” he growls. I get off hearing his dirty talk, love to hear that I give him pleasure.
    “Yes, give it to me harder Marcus,” I say as I struggle to rise up on my elbows so I can see him come apart.
    “Is this how you want it? You’re a bad girl,” his eyes bore into mine and the expression on his face is one of pure sexual aggression. You can hear him slapping into me over and over.
    “Yes. Yes. Yes,” I gasp, bracing myself for my own tidal wave of ecstasy which is approaching fast and furious.
    “I’m so close babe,” he grunts breathless from his own impending climax. I feel so exposed and naughty doing this in his office, although I have often fantasized about being taken over his desk. A few more minutes and I feel his warmth shoot into me and I’m clenching around him. He bends over and kisses me, biting my lips.
    “You’re my naughty girl, aren’t you?” he breaths out into my ear. He stands up and I push myself up off his desk.
    “Yes, I love being your naughty girl. I’ve fantasized about you taking me bent over your desk,” I smile wickedly up at him as I pull down and straighten out my dress.
    “Damn Sophie,