Dirty Sexy Saint (Dirty Sexy 1)

“No, I fucking need to get inside of you. Now.” Another drawer slammed shut, and he opened another and riffled through the contents. “Mason left some condoms in here when he used my office for one of his sordid affairs a few weeks ago, and I tossed them into one of these drawers.”

She laughed softly. “Your brother really is a manwhore, isn’t he?”

“You have no idea,” he muttered, then let out a triumphant yes when he found what he was looking for.

He tore the foil packet open with his teeth, and as she watched, he sheathed his huge, impressive cock that was raring to go again.

“I never would have thought that my brother’s exploits would end up benefiting me,” he said with a shake of his head.

Samantha had to admit, she was grateful to Mason, too, because she was dying to know what it felt like to be taken by this man who hadn’t just taken over her body, he’d also possessed her soul. Nothing…absolutely nothing would ever be the same after this tryst. That much she knew with certainty.

She expected them to have sex face-to-face, so she was taken off guard when he pulled her off the desktop, spun her around, and bent her over, so that her arms were once again braced on the surface of the desk. He crowded up against her from behind, and her heart thumped hard in her chest, as she didn’t know exactly what to expect.

He trailed his thumb down the center of her upturned ass, stopping just before he reached the damp juncture of her thighs. “Spread your legs,” he ordered gruffly.

Oh, God. She swallowed hard and did as she was told, bracing her feet apart and feeling a rush of cool air drift between her thighs. He’d warned her that he wasn’t a traditional kind of guy when it came to sex, and had promised to bend her over a table, spread her legs wide, and fuck her. She’d even told him that she wanted that.

But she’d never anticipated feeling so vulnerable right before it happened.

“Do you still want this?” he asked softly from behind her, as if he’d just been intimately inside her mind.

The fact that he’d sensed her unease, that he was willing to stop if she just said the word, made her feel safe and secure with him. She trusted him. With her body. Her pleasure. With more? Heaven knew she wanted to. She was opening herself up to him, letting him in to places that no other man had ever touched before, but he’d warned her away, and she’d do well to respect that request, too.

But that didn’t mean she’d call a halt. “Yes, I still want this.” She whispered the truth that she instinctively knew had the power to break her one day.

He exhaled a stream of breath, as if he’d been holding it while waiting for her answer. As if her wanting this meant more to him than just the hot sex he was offering.

Before she could over-think things even further, he placed his hands on her hips, slid his shaft between her legs, and pushed the head of his cock just a few inches inside her. She whimpered at the initial nudge. It wasn’t nearly enough, and she instinctively pushed her ass back against him, seeking the hot slide of thick flesh filling her up. She needed it. Craved it. Craved him.

She rocked against him again, and he groaned, his fingers biting into her skin as he held himself back, restraining himself when his control was the last thing she wanted. She longed for heated passion and an irrational loss of control. She needed to know what it was like to really be taken by a man. No, by Clay.

“Do it,” she urged him, then said the words she’d never spoken to another man before. “Fuck me, Clay. Now.”

“Christ,” he growled, the need vibrating through him palpable. “This is going to be a hard, fast ride, Cupcake.”

In the next instant, he shoved impossibly deep inside of her, wringing a shocked cry from her throat as her body attempted to adjust to the sudden and overwhelming invasion, along with the sensation of feeling so full. Fuller than she’d ever been before. He didn’t give her time to catch her breath before he starting pumping into her, hard and relentless, with an urgency that seemed to increase with each driving thrust. His strong fingers bit into her waist, pulling her back again and again to meet every one of his rough, pounding strokes.

The way he dominated her was raw and gritty. But then again, so was everything about Clay. And somehow, despite all their inherent differences, it made her want him more, not less.

She moaned, lust overtaking her as she arched her back and shamelessly lifted her hips higher. The diffe

rent angle of her body caused his shaft to rub against a sensitive patch of skin inside her, and stars flashed behind her eyes. Oh, God. That was so incredibly breathtaking, so deliciously good, and the ache between her legs coiled tighter and tighter, her climax just out of reach.

With every piercing, grinding thrust, he demanded her surrender, and Lord help her, she knew she’d willingly give it to him, along with anything else he wanted. She was his.

“Oh, God, Clay,” she rasped, her orgasm gathering force inside her.

“Give it to me, Samantha. Now,” he demanded, his voice dark and intense as he slid a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, then tugged and pinched the throbbing, needy flesh between two fingers. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”

His power and assertive demands were intoxicating, and she screamed as her release slammed through her in a rippling flood of sensation so potent and devastating it was like an out-of-body experience. Every muscle within her spasmed uncontrollably, gripping his cock in tight, clenching strokes as he continued to chase his own pleasure. Her climax was so raw and real, so stunning in its intensity, she didn’t know how to handle it.

He wasn’t far behind. A deep, possessive growl rumbled in his chest as he rammed into her frantically, pinning her so hard against the edge of the desk she suspected she’d have bruises tomorrow, and she didn’t care. He swore, his hips jerking violently against her ass as he buried himself one last time, so deep inside her she didn’t know where he ended and she began.

He left no part of her untouched. Physically, he owned her. Emotionally, he felt so right, so much a part of her. So inevitable. Like she’d been waiting her whole entire life to meet him, to be with him. She’d never had that kind of intimate and profound connection with a man before…and she feared she never would again.

Chapter Nine

Thursday night was buy-one-get-one-free night for shots at Kincaid’s, which always drew the younger crowd. A lot of the customers who came in on Monday for ladies’ night returned to take advantage of yet another drink special and troll for a midweek hookup—and that included Mason, who was currently out on the dance floor getting down and dirty with the girl he’d been flirting with for the past hour.