by Joey W. Hill
Despite the conversations, she hadn’t cut it yet, and he suspected it was because she knew. No surprise. She knew him better than anyone. Not only could she anticipate his business decisions better than most, she knew he liked milk with his cookies.
Bending, he slid his hand slowly beneath the thick white comforter, over the graceful line of her back, up the rise of her gorgeous ass, until his fingers found the lacy edge of the panties. He went over the soft curve, then shifted to between her legs, molding his fingers over the crotch panel, sealing over the petals of her sex. He wound her hair over his other hand, until it was wrapped to the base of her skull. Stroking her pulse with his thumb, he rested his knuckles on the cushion of thick strands.
She was stirring, her lashes fluttering, her pale pink lips parting. A low murmur came from her, and he bent down, placing his lips between her shoulder blades. Soft, smooth skin. He teased it with his tongue and moved his fingers against her labia, the thin barrier of fabric in between providing friction. His other thumb slid under the lace leg opening and pushed it back until he reached the crease of her buttocks. Her legs quivered as he found her rim, rubbing there as his other fingers worked, as he felt moisture bloom on the fabric. He tightened his grip on her hair as she started to move, holding her in place on her stomach, even as her legs shifted restlessly, reacting to the stimulation.
“Matt,” she breathed.
“My love,” he murmured in response. “My heart.”
Her lashes fluttered again, though he saw a hint of her jewel-blue eyes, nearly black in the semi-darkness. He savored the way she moistened her lips and whimpered as his touch found other ways to drive her higher. As she shifted, he saw the round shape of her breast pressing and lifting against the mattress, the hint of a taut nipple. She smelled like flowers and rain and sunshine. Cookies and milk. All the things worth living and fighting for.
Her grip dug into the pillow as he found his way beneath the crotch of the panties and slid several fingers inside her, his thumb pushing past the circle of muscle into her backside. He loved the way she reacted to stimulation around that area, those sensitive nerves she’d never realized could be an erogenous zone. She’d been a thirty-five-year-old virgin when he’d taken her. The incomparable honor of exploring and discovering the things she liked had been his.
“Oh…” she gasped. “Oh…God…”
He was straining against his jeans, part of the reason he’d left them on. He didn’t want this over too soon, didn’t want to deny himself the pleasure of watching her like this, helpless and begging beneath his touch. Ben had been yanking his chain, but the lawyer knew this side of Matt as well as Matt knew Ben’s far darker needs. Matt had bent Savannah over that designer couch a couple times, her ankles tied to make his entry tight, an explosion of sensation for them both.
But honestly? Nothing beat this. Just the two of them, his hands doing the restraining, taking command of her, while her submissive nature kicked in to surrender to his demands. Even as she matched them with a passion as great as his own.
He bent to speak against her ear, hand tight in her hair. “Do you want me inside you, Savannah?”
“Yes.” Her whisper was like a grip on his cock. “Please.”
“You know I can deny you nothing. And your cunt, so wet and hot,” his fingers scissored there, provoking a cry from her tempting lips, “makes me lose my fucking mind.”
As much as he enjoyed taking her from behind, it wasn’t what he wanted tonight. He left the bed only as long as it took to remove his jeans and boxers, then he knelt back over her, pressing another lingering kiss on her back, her lower back, her backside, before he turned her over and settled himself between her legs, framing her face in his hands.
Her inner strength always astounded him. Especially in a moment like now, when he saw how large his hands were against her sculpted features and slender neck, fragile as a flower.
It made him want to keep her in this bedroom all the time, like some psychotic prince with a one-woman harem. Even as, at the same time, he was beyond proud and humbled, having such an accomplished woman choose him to be her husband.
He told her that, and her lips curved. “Like you gave me a choice.”
There was something in her gaze, even more open to him than usual, her soul there, all for him. His need unfolded, dark and intent, as he bent to kiss her mouth. Her arms wound around his back, her legs lifting to clasp his hips, and he pressed inside her, sinking deep, deeper. Bliss. She was bliss and heaven and everything indescribable.
He began to move, and she moved with him, riding that tide to its crest, her nails digging into his back, her cries against his mouth, the ripple of feeling running through them both. They reached climax within seconds of one another, gripped in that surge of overwhelming pleasure together.
When at last they stilled, him inside her, her wrapped around him, he rested his forehead against hers.
“That must have been some board meeting,” she murmured at last, a smile in her voice.
“You know it doesn’t take anything but breathing to make me want you this much.”
“I know. But I think you seeing what you saw tonight, and me thinking about what you were seeing, gave it a nice twist. And made it very quick.” There was laughter in her voice. “Which isn’t always a bad thing. Not when it’s like this.”
He couldn’t argue with that. He brushed his lips against her temple, her hair. “How was your night with Cass?”
She hesitated, something odd in her voice, but her words were what he expected. “We watched Hallmark movies, ate cookies, and did Christmas cards. It was lovely. But I missed you.”
He always missed her, too, whenever they were apart. He’d tried to talk her into moving her offices into the K&A building to have her that much closer. She’d of course refused, suggesting he give up his building and move into hers. He smiled inwardly, thinking of the tart response.
But they made the walk to meet halfway for lunch several times a week, unless work demands made that unfeasible. They tried to ensure that happened as little as possible.
“I was surprised I fell asleep before you got here,” she said, making a sexy little noise as he eased out of her and then adjusted so he was spooning up behind her, her lovely backside nestled against his groin, his chest against her shoulder blades. She pillowed her head on his biceps as he wrapped his arms around her.
“You’ve been working hard lately,” he noted. “That new contract has you burning the candle at both ends.”
“No more than usual.” She ran her fingertips along his forearm, back and forth. Back and forth. He stilled, sensing something coiling up inside her. Not exactly tension, but certainly not the post-coital lassitude he’d expect.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded, but then he heard it, a muffled sob. In a flash, he’d cupped her face to turn it up toward him. He saw she was smiling. He might have been reassured, but her eyes were brimming, and her tears were never okay to him.
“What is it, Savannah? Tell me. I’ll fix it.”
She chuckled then, and the tears fell free. He caught them on his thumb as she spoke, her lips brushing his flesh.
“You did, Matthew.” She lifted her hand, gripping his wrist, and then she lowered it, until his palm rested on her abdomen. “We’re going to have a baby.”
The End
Afterword
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About the Author
Joey W. Hill writes about vampires, mermaids, boardroom executives, cops, witches, angels, housemaids...pretty much wherever her inspiration takes her. She's penned over forty acclaimed titles and six award-winning series, and been awarded the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award for Erotica. But she's especially proud and humbled to have the support and enthusiasm of a wonderful, widely diverse readership.
So why erotic romance? “Writing great erotic romance is all about exploring the true face of who we are – the best and worst - which typically comes out in the most vulnerable moments of sexual intimacy.” She has earned a reputation for writing BDSM romance that not only wins her fans of that genre, but readers who would “never” read BDSM romance. She believes that's because strong, compelling characters are the most important part of her books.
“Whatever genre you’re writing, if the characters are captivating and sympathetic, the readers are going to want to see what happens to them. That was the defining element of the romances I loved most and which shaped my own writing. Bringing characters together who have numerous emotional obstacles standing in their way, watching them reach a soul-deep understanding of one another through the expression of their darkest sexual needs, and then growing from that understanding into love - that's the kind of story I love to write."
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Also by Joey W. Hill
Arcane Shot Series
Something About Witches
In the Company of Witches
Daughters of Arianne Series
A Mermaid’s Kiss
A Witch’s Beauty
A Mermaid’s Ransom
Knights of the Board Room Series
Board Resolution
Controlled Response
Honor Bound
Afterlife
Hostile Takeover
Willing Sacrifice
Soul Rest
Knight Nostalgia (Anthology)
Nature of Desire Series
Holding the Cards
Natural Law
Ice Queen
Mirror of My Soul
Mistress of Redemption
Rough Canvas
Branded Sanctuary
Divine Solace
Worth The Wait
Truly Helpless
Naughty Bits Series
The Lingerie Shop
Training Session
Bound To Please
The Highest Bid
Naughty Wishes Series
Part 1: Body
Part 2: Heart
Part 3: Mind
Part 4: Soul
Vampire Queen Series
Vampire Queen’s Servant
Mark of the Vampire Queen
Vampire’s Claim
Beloved Vampire
Vampire Mistress
Vampire Trinity
Vampire Instinct
Bound by the Vampire Queen
Taken by a Vampire
The Scientific Method
Nightfall
Elusive Hero
Night’s Templar
Vampire’s Soul
Non-Series Titles
If Wishes Were Horses
Virtual Reality
Unrestrained
Medusa’s Heart
Novellas
Chance of a Lifetime
Choice of Masters
Make Her Dreams Come True
Threads of Faith
Submissive Angel
Short
Snow Angel