Chapters (63)
- Something Like Hate
- Also By Claudia Burgoa
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Miller
- Claire
- Claire
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- Epilogue
- Dear Reader
- Excerpts
- Finding My Reason
- Someday, Somehow
- Want More…
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Also By Claudia Burgoa
“Wait, I want to make it good for you—for both of us,” I pant, trying to slow down the pace. “I want to taste you,” I say, sucking my wet finger, savoring her juices. She smiles at me. It’s not that innocent smile, nor the happy smile she uses when someone talks to her. This one is different and I fucking love it.
“We have all night for that,” she says and pushes my pants down over my ass, freeing my hard cock.
She tilts her head and says, “No underwear?”
“Only when I wear suits.”
Licking her lips and running her thumb over my crown, she surprises me by saying, “I want to taste you too, but later.”
She’s set on what she wants and not shy in asking for what she needs, and it makes me like her even more. I push her down onto the bed, undressing myself and grabbing a condom out of the box I brought with me.
“You had plans?”
“I never travel without protection,” I say, shrugging as I open the latex and roll it down my length. “Some rules can’t be broken.”
“Like?” She bites the corner of her lip as she watches me intently.
“Always wrapping up,” I answer. Kneeling in front of her, I watch those dark eyes widen with surprise.
“And making it good for my partner,” I say, pushing her thighs open and sliding my hands toward her core before burying my face at her center, kissing her beautiful pussy.
Eleven
Claire
Waking up to the warm embrace of a tall, muscular body is something I haven’t experienced in a long time. Actually, I haven’t experienced arms like these ever in this lifetime.
I snuggle closer to the taut figure next to me. Those big, corded arms tighten their hold of my frame. A pair of lips caress my forehead. The warmth running through me feels divine, and the emotion it provokes grows as the minutes pass.
“Good morning,” a deep voice greets me.
It’s the same voice I hear every day when I arrive at the office. Though it lacks the angry edge, it’s still unmistakably his voice, nonetheless. I shiver as an uneasy feeling stirs in my gut.
What did I do?
I let things go too far.
We didn’t just sleep together. We fucked all night long. I did things I have only fantasized about doing but never dared to try. My cheeks heat up as I remember taking his thick, long cock in my mouth, swallowing him whole. God, I had him inside me in every possible way, except…oh my God, what have we done?
“It’s late.” I jump out of the bed and search for something to cover my body.