Back On the Hustle
Chapters (32)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Adriana Herrera
  3. Also by Adriana Herrera
  4. Dedication
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Epilogue
  31. BPA
  32. Chapter One

“Tell me how I feel inside you.” What could I even say? That I felt like everything aligned, that in this moment everything that mattered was inside this small space. Just us. Suddenly his arms tightened around me. Holding me in place while he fucked me so hard that the air got knocked out of me.

“Tip your hips a little,” he told me, voice tight, just as he canted his own and then I felt it.

“Oh, God.” He was rubbing right on my clit every time he thrust into me, making electric currents fire off in my groin.

“God damn that’s sweet. Is it good, is this good?” His hands gripped me tight and I could feel the tension in his body. His skin was slick with sweat and I licked up his neck, needing to taste.

“Make me come, Theo.” The muscles of my neck felt like they were going to snap as he moved inside me and worked his fingers on me all at once. “I want you to fuck me over the couch when we get to the penthouse.”

“Jesus, Alba, baby,” he moaned and fucked harder.

I dropped my head down and kissed him and his tongue swept into my mouth. He licked into me like he owned my mouth and seconds later the orgasm took me.

“I knew it would be like this,” he uttered through gritted teeth as his own climax took him. I opened my mouth against his neck as he flooded me. He kissed me for a long time, his hands sliding over my sweaty skin. “Perfect.”

It was perfect. Exactly like this. Even if I knew that now that I’d had this, it would only be that much worse when I lost it.

Theo

“You sure you don’t want me to stop for something to eat?” I asked Alba as we arrived at our building.

“I’m okay.” She’d been quiet since we’d left Miss Susan’s property after the hail had stopped. I hadn’t been exactly talkative myself, caught up in my own thoughts. Wondering how I was going to convince this woman there wasn’t a part of her that wasn’t just right for me. I knew there would be no telling her, that I had to show her there was nothing more important to me than seeing her satisfied and happy in every way. And perhaps that message could’ve come across better if I hadn’t fucked her like an animal in a musty shed. “Listen, I didn’t—”

“I liked it, Theo,” she interrupted, as I pulled the car into our spot. “I liked having sex with you. I don’t have to hold back or wonder if you think I’m too loose or whatever. I like that you’re rough and that you don’t get turned off by how demanding I can be.”