Chapters (65)
- Rebel
- Dedication
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Book Description
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
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- Lacey
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- Rock
- Lacey
- Rock
- Lacey
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- Lacey
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- Lacey
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- Lacey
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- Lacey
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- Lacey
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- Lacey
- Rock
- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Yeah, that husky voice that had made me horny when she was reading the will. That’s how I wanted to hear it, moaning as I fucked her.
“Feel good, baby? You like that?”
She inhaled sharply. “God, yes.”
I pulled out and slid back in balls deep. Already my nuts were tightening, crushing to my body. This wouldn’t take long.
But I wanted it to. Screw fast and furious. I wanted to fuck her long and slow and deep.
I pulled out and plunged in again. God, sweet suction. I wanted to touch her clit, rub it, make her come, but I couldn’t in this position.
“Play with yourself, baby,” I whispered into her ear. “Make it feel good.” I grabbed her hand and led it around her front and under her skirt. “I’m not going to last long. You have such a tight cunt. I want to come inside you. Fill you up.”
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said on a sigh.
“Believe it, baby. Feel me. This is real. Feel me fucking you right here in your office.”
6
Lacey
I still couldn’t believe it.
This wasn’t me. Lacey Ward didn’t do things like this. She didn’t have sex in her office, certainly not with some bad boy biker rebel, the son of her deceased client.
He thrust in and out of me, and damn, I hadn’t been filled so completely since… Had I ever?
He was huge, and the feeling of him inside me made me crazy. As if he were opening something that had previously been closed off to the world.
I was hardly an innocent. I’d had a few relationships in my day, even a few casual fucks.
But this…
This was something I’d never had. Might never have again. And despite myself, I was enjoying the hell out of it. I touched my clit and—
“Oh, my God!” The orgasm rolled through me like a tidal wave, and my legs wobbled like jelly.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby. You come. Come for me. Come all over my hard cock. Fuck, I can feel you coming. You’re amazing, baby. Fucking amazing.”
Thank God he was pushing me against my desk, or I wouldn’t have been able to stand. Still he pumped in and out of me, and now that my pussy had tightened up from the climax, it felt even better, as if he were tunneling through a narrow cavern that had never seen light before.
“I can’t last much longer, Lacey,” Rock said against my neck, kissing it. “You’re so tight. I can’t— Fuck!” he roared.
He pushed into me with such an urgency that I fell over onto my desk, my breasts hitting my blotter.
I breathed in and out rapidly, trying to catch my breath, sadness sweeping over me that it was over.
For it was over.
This would never happen again.