“Fuck, Caroline.” I broke our kiss and rested my forehead against hers so the brown of her eyes was my whole world.
I slid farther inside and waited for her to adjust. She was so tight, so hot against my skin, that I had to ease in—not just for her. If I plunged in, I wouldn’t last long enough to please her like she deserved. I would have her writhing on my cock before I even thought about coming.
My hips edged forward until I was as deep in her as I could go.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Yes, more.”
“More?” She had no idea what she was asking.
“Yes,” she breathed.
I drew back and pushed into her again, harder and faster than before. And then I was gone, given up to her eyes, her body. I pounded into her, keeping her hands pinned above her head. Her pussy was almost unbearable, so fucking amazing on my cock as I fucked her harder than I should have. Her cries grew louder, and I sank my teeth into her shoulder before pushing up so I could see her perfect tits bounce with each rough thrust.
I let my gaze stray even lower and sat back, releasing her hands. Watching each inch of me disappearing into her sweet pink made my balls draw up close. I gripped her hips and pulled her up to me, slamming into her, my balls slapping into her ass as she gripped the duvet.
I licked my thumb and placed it directly on her clit. She whimpered. When I began swirling around the nub, she arched her back and met my gaze again. I needed her closer. I reached under her with my arm and pulled her up to me, bouncing her on my cock as I leaned her away from me and kept stroking her clit.
She gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I hammered her tender flesh. When her cries grew louder, I knew she was close. I kept moving my thumb against her until she started to hold her breath, her hips becoming jerky.
“I’m going to come, Wash.” Her voice was desperate. Not as much as it would be.
I pulled my thumb away, and her eyes snapped to me. “Wash!”
“Not yet.” It was a fucking sin not letting her come, but I wanted more. I needed more.
I pushed her back and flipped her over before yanking her back onto my cock. She let out a strangled scream as I shoved inside her from behind. I slapped her ass, and she tried to move away. Not a chance. I reached up and gripped her hair, pulling her back onto me as I started another vicious rhythm.
She arched her back in response and started to rock against me, increasing our friction. Her body was perfect beneath me, right where it belonged.
“That’s it, Caroline.” It was more of a growl than words, but it got the point across. She pushed back with more force, meeting me thrust for thrust.
The view of her smooth back, her hair in my fist, my cock disappearing inside her—this was what wet dreams were made of. When I reached around and reclaimed her wet clit, she moaned low in her throat. My cock jerked, ready to release at the sound.
I rubbed her steadily with my index finger, working her nub as I fucked her. Her pussy began to clamp around me even tighter and her hips seized.
“Wash, please.” Her begging would send me over the edge.
I couldn’t deny her, not any longer. “Come, Caroline. Come for me.”
“Oh, God.” She slammed back into me once more and froze.
She came on a high-pitched cry and began repeating my name. Fucking hell. No man could withstand that. I pushed inside her as far as I could go as my load crept to my head. When her voice broke on my name and her pussy squeezed me even tighter, I exploded, my come whipping out of me as I groaned and gripped her hip hard. I loosened my hold on her hair, and she buried her face in the pillow as the last of my release left me.
She collapsed beneath me, and I followed her down, no doubt crushing her as I kissed all over her shoulders. I pulled out and rolled off so she could catch her breath.
We took in gulps of air, and she turned her head to the side, her brown eyes peeking between the tangled hay-colored strands. I ran my fingers from her temple to her jaw and pushed the hair from her face. She was stunning—pink cheeks, half-lidded eyes, and bruised lips. My cock twitched, wanting more.
“I’m going to add that to my EEOC filing,” she said on an exhale.
I grinned and pulled her into my side. “That would be a complaint worth reading.”
She snugged up against me, her thigh resting tentatively against mine. I reached down with my free hand and pulled her smooth leg across me, her wet pussy pressing into my leg. My cock did more than twitch, trying to get a second wind. I couldn’t blame it. Caroline was incomparable.
She sighed against my chest, her breath tickling the skin over my heart. Could she feel how fast it beat, and not just from our exertions?
I was so fucked. Renting this room, taking her to dinner, thinking about her every spare second—I hadn’t wanted to admit it. But now, after the haze of desire cleared the slightest bit, I knew I’d gotten in too deep. I was the proverbial frog in the frying pan. If Trent ever found out I was messing around with an associate, I would be fucking cooked.
“What are you thinking?” Her voice was like the caress of silk—soft, lovely, and fragile.
That this is a mistake that I will make over and over again as many times as you’ll let me. “Just coming down, is all.”
“Don’t lie.” She tilted her face up to mine, piercing me with her intelligent gaze. “I know this isn’t really normal behavior for you.”
I ran my hand through her hair. “How do you know that? I could be putting it to every hot associate that walks in the door.”
What the fuck did I just say?
She snorted. “You’re a good liar, Wash. The best, really, especially when you’re in front of a jury and telling them a story. But I see right through you.” She tweaked my nipple. “Your reputation as a hardass no-nonsense attorney is written in ink. I’m more like a scribble in pencil messing up the neat lines of text.”
She had me. Was I so transparent?
“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you have a soft spot for the class clown.” She bit my chest lightly—which struck me as oddly sweet—and rested her head over my heart again.
I should have offered to clean her up or take her home, or any number of things, but I wanted nothing more than to fall asleep with her in my arms. It was purely selfish, but I swelled with pride when I realized she meant to stay the night.
I wanted to hold my breath, lest I shake her out of her restfulness. But I didn’t have to. Before long, her breaths became even and deep. I closed my eyes, hating to lose sight of Caroline but drawn down into sleep right along with her.
Chapter Sixteen
Caroline
I woke slowly, as if emerging from the most perfect cocoon of warmth. My eyes fluttered open and met a broad expanse of hard chest. Wash. I’d fucked Wash and spent the night. Shit.
His arms were wrapped around me, one of his legs pressed between mine. His dick was half mast against my hip. My pussy woke up with that little realization. Wash had ridden me hard last night, but the thought of another round had my body heating like a pot on a stove. The slight ache between my legs turned into a need.
Get it together, Caroline.
I pulled back from him, his arms loosening as I eased away. I disentangled my legs from his and was almost out of the bed when he grabbed me around the waist and yanked me back into his arms. My back slammed against his chest with a thunk.
“Where are you going?” His voice was shot through with sleep, raspy and sexy as hell.
“I was just—”
“You were just?” He squeezed me tighter to him, his cock thick against my lower back.
I tried to calm my heart’s rapid beat, but he nuzzled into my hair and nipped at my ear. My thoughts went poof like part of some magic trick.
“I . . . I was saying that I should go.”
“Go?” He pushed his hips against me, his cock sliding against me in a way that sent tingles straight to my clit. “Do I need to cross you, M
s. Montreat?”
“Cross me?”
“Yes.” He pulled my hair away from my neck and licked and sucked, making me sink my nails into his arm. “Let’s begin. You enjoyed last night?”
“Yes.” Shit. Don’t make it easy for him. “I mean, it was okay.”
“Okay?” He moved his hand down my stomach. “Tell the ladies and gentlemen of the jury what you mean by the word ‘okay.’” He gripped my thigh and pulled it back so my calf was lying over his. Then he eased his fingers to my clit. Blooms of pleasure spread and centered on every movement he made.
“I mean, mm, I mean that it was nice.”
“Nice is the same as okay?” He stroked harder.
“No. I mean, yes. I mean it was—Jesus, Wash—it was better than okay.” I tried to pull my thigh back down, the sensation overloading my body.
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He pushed my leg even farther back, opening me more to him. “So, let’s go back to my original question. See if you can answer it this time. You enjoyed last night?”
“Yes,” I breathed, his fingers robbing me of any dissent.
“You enjoyed staying the night?” He delved lower and put two fingers inside me.
“I . . .”
“You do remember you are under oath, Ms. Montreat?”
“Yes.”
“So, you enjoyed staying the night? Yes or no?”
“Yes.” I couldn’t fight him, not when his palm was pressed against my clit as his fingers worked deeper inside.
“You want this, don’t you, Ms. Montreat?”
“That depends on what the meaning of ‘this’ is.” My answer ended on a squeal as he pulled my hair back and ran his teeth down my throat.
“Apologies, Ms. Montreat.” He laughed, a deep, low sound that might have come from a predator playing with its food. “Let me ask it better. You want my fingers inside your hot, wet cunt?” He emphasized the words with pulses of his fingers.
“I . . . I . . . yes.”
“You want my cock inside you?” He rolled his hips against my backside, his hard length promising pleasure.
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you come?”
He yanked my head back to claim my mouth before I could even give him the answer. Yes.
He pulled his fingers from me and rolled to his back before pushing me up and turning me over.
“I want to watch you fuck me.” His eyes were the deepest blue in the morning light—somehow clear but dark.
I straddled him and gripped his cock with one hand, positioning him at my opening. His hands were on my hips, pushing me down. I slid onto him, my pussy already wet and wanting. A slight pinch and then nothing but pleasure.
“Wash.” I couldn’t think of anything else. Just him, what he was doing to me, the way he made me feel.
“God, look at you.” He let his gaze travel my face, my tits, and finally where our bodies joined so perfectly. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life.”
If I hadn’t been impaled on his cock, I might have swooned off the bed.
He ran his hands down my thighs and back to my hips. “I want to pound up into you, Caroline, but I won’t. Set the pace. I want you to come all over my cock. I want to feel it, to watch, to see you. Can you do that?”
I bit my lip and nodded, my body expanding around him until he was a perfect fit. I edged up, sliding him out halfway before dropping back down. He groaned and tensed, his fingertips retreading the bruises he’d left on me last night.
I moaned as I rose again, this time pulling him out to the tip before settling back down, every tiny bit of friction firing along my skin. My rhythm was slow at first, rocking back and forth on him. He kept his eyes on me, and he groaned when I sat straight up and put his hands in my hair as I ground against him. I leaned over him, putting my palms on his chest as I rolled and swirled. His heart beat like a drum beneath my palm, and he squeezed my ass.
Everything took on a haze as my approaching orgasm began shutting off all the lights except for the one between my thighs.
“Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see it.” His jaw was tight, dark strands of hair sticking to the fine sheen of sweat on his forehead.
I looked down at him, keeping his blues locked in my gaze as my movements grew more desperate. My body tightened, my core squeezing him in even closer. Wash moved his hands to my breasts, cupping and kneading them as I sped up my pace. His pecs flexed under my hands, and I dug my nails into him as the heat rose to a roar inside me.
His hips lifted to meet me just a bit, matching my strokes. The extra friction pushed me over the edge, and I came with a strangled moan, his name on my lips as I exploded, wave after wave of heat echoing through my body. I fell onto him, my mouth at his neck as I struggled to catch my breath. He eased in and out of me, slow and controlled as I lay on him.
In one smooth motion, he flipped us over so that he was on top, my legs falling open as he began to surge into me. Even though I’d just come hard enough to leave me light-headed, his rough thrusts sent a buzz through me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he kissed me hard on the mouth. His pace grew frantic, the flames shooting higher as I burned beneath him.
His hands were in my hair, tangling and pulling as he bore down on me with intense strokes. I held on to him, my clit screaming at the continued contact. I couldn’t have stopped him if I’d tried. He was muscle and tension and desire. He released my mouth and I took in a huge breath of air as he bent his head next to mine, his lips on my shoulder. His groans grew louder, his balls slapping into my ass, his body caging me.
He thrust deep and I arched up into him, giving him all I had. Another hard plunge and he bit into my shoulder as he came. He moaned as his cocked pulsed inside me. The thought of my pussy soaked with him had me clawing at his back as he finished. His breath came out in a whoosh of air and satisfaction.
His teeth left my shoulder as he rested his head on the pillow. I wanted to wrap up in him and the sheets and never leave the room. His heart hammered into my breast as I stroked his hair. We lay there, coming back down to earth, for a while. I winced when he pulled out and knew I’d be walking funny for the rest of the weekend.
He moved to my side and propped his head on his hand. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I leaned up and kissed his nose. “No.”
He gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him, his eyes studying me as if I were a painting. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You seem to be doing just fine so far.” Hot sex and amazing orgasms? Yeah, he was doing great.
“I can’t seem to stop complicating things.” He sighed. “But you make it impossible.” He rested his hand on my cheek. “You overwhelm me. You know that?”
I couldn’t stop my smile and the pink that rose in my cheeks. “I do?”
“Yes. I’ve never felt . . .” He blinked hard.
I held my breath. Go on.
“I’ve never done this before. Let’s just leave it at that.” He kissed my forehead and settled on his back next to me, hiding his eyes.
A pin stabbed into my heart as if Wash were treating it like a voodoo doll. I wanted to be satisfied with our night together and the morning after. I did. But I’d wanted him, all of him, for so long that his reticence to open up burned. My eyes stung, but I forced the tears away. Not here. Not now.
As the sun rose on us, the sweetness of the sex faded, and I was left with nothing but a bitter aftertaste.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Terrell must have been sitting and waiting in the living room, because he opened the door before I could gingerly place the key into the lock. My down-low walk-of-shame plans were blown to bits.
“Good morning to you, too.” I brushed past him and retreated to my bedroom.
He wasn’t going to let me get away so easily and followed close at my heels. “I want details.”
“We had a good dinner, and then I stayed in his hotel roo
m.” I tossed my shoes into my closet and stripped my dress off before turning the shower on.
“That’s fascinating.” He leaned on the bathroom doorframe as I finished disrobing and stepped under the hot stream. “But you know what details I want. Tell me about the P in the dreaded V, Caroline.” He sighed extra loudly.
I spent the rest of my shower giving him play by play, with random interruptions of “Are you sure he doesn’t want this D?” I ignored the warmth that coursed through me as I remembered Wash’s touch, his kiss, his words. It was all more than just sex for me. I wanted more. But he’d made clear he wasn’t comfortable with more.
I toweled off and wrapped my hair before sliding into my sheets.
Terrell crawled up next to me and turned me around so I faced him. “I liked the sex parts of the story. I truly did. But I’m not a dummy. What’s wrong?”
I shoved my face into the pillow to hide my tears, and Terrell pulled me closer and rubbed my back.
“Did he hurt you?” Terrell’s hand froze on my back, and he tensed.
“No. Nothing like that. I just . . . I’m an idiot.”
He started rubbing me again. “That goes without saying, but what are you specifically referring to?”
I stopped suffocating myself in the pillow and lay face-to-face with him. The concern in his eyes reminded me why he’d been my best friend for years.
“I just thought he would, I don’t know, say it wasn’t just the sex or say he, I don’t know, wanted more. You know?” My tears flowed silently.
His eyes sobered. “Wash isn’t the sort of man who would just jump into feels like that, Caroline.”
“I know.” I sighed. “But after last night, I thought he’d . . . I thought we had a connection. I felt it, you know?”
Terrell wiped my tears away with his thumbs. “I do. Breeders aren’t the only ones who fall in love.”
He’d given voice to what I’d feared for a while. I wasn’t in like with Wash anymore. I’d graduated to the big leagues quite some time ago. I was in love, but he didn’t love me back. The realization cut deep.
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