Turn Over

She sucked in for air. God, she was so dirty. So horny. So fucking perfect. She was thinking what I was. The bed was too many steps to walk. I turned and deposited her on a round table in the foyer, gripping the band of those tiny shorts.

I dragged them over her hips and off her thighs. Her hands wrapped around my neck, drawing me back to her lips.

“Fuck me here,” she pleaded.

“Oh, I am, baby. I was only asking to be polite.” I grinned wolfishly.

I slid her panties to the side enough to push my fingers inside her soaking entrance. I growled. Fuck.

She whimpered when I withdrew them and reached in my back pocket for a condom. I’d put one there as soon as I packed my bag at the ranch, anticipating this exact moment. I shed the jeans, and shoved my boxer briefs to my ankles. Alexa sighed at the sight of my cock bobbing along with my throbbing ache. I rolled the condom on. I hadn’t forgotten what I promised her. One day I was doing this without one of these damn things.

I yanked the T-shirt over her head, smiling at her perky breasts. I licked each one while I nestled my cock between my legs and with a solid thrust I buried myself inside her.

Her heels dug into my ass as she screamed out. I planted my palms on the table, driving into her again. It was fucking nirvana being inside this girl. She was tight. She was wet. She was hotter than a roaring fire.

She looked sexier than fuck with the tatters of her panties clinging to her hips while my cock pulsed in and out of her.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, baby.” I cradled her face, sucking a kiss from her lips.

“Ohh, God. You don’t know what you do to me, Luke.”

I pushed deep inside her. “I think I do.” I squeezed a nipple between my fingers and twisted slightly until she cried out. “It’s what you do to me.”

“Ahh, please. I want more.”

My spine tingled and seized. I was ready to come. Ready to fuck her hard.

I picked her up, she wrapped her body around me. I kissed her, inhaled her, devoured her, roaming her halls. Stopping every few steps to slam into her the wall with my cock.

“Oh, fuck, Luke.” Her hands splayed in convulsive quickness. I pumped a few times, knowing I was reaching my peak, before I peeled her off the wall and took a few more steps.

I had no idea where I was in the house. We weren’t talking. We were fucking. I wanted to sear my cock inside her pussy. I wanted her to know Luke Canton didn’t fly a thousand miles just for anyone. He didn’t do shit like this.

I was here because I wanted her.

23

Alexa

Luke turned down another dark hall. I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel his hands clutch my ass before he shoved me against another wall and drove into me with an explosive thrust of blinding ecstasy. Every time I felt his muscles go rigid as if his release was about to be uncaged, he would hold off, showing more restraint than I had. Luke was in complete control. I never knew when the next wave was coming. It was dark and he was unpredictable.

I didn’t care what room we found. I only cared that he kept pumping in and out of me like this. Like he missed me. Like he couldn’t wait to be with me again. Like he was trying to tell me we belonged to each other.

My hands tangled in his hair. He stopped again and I felt the tip of his cock pull out before he reared back and slammed into me.

“Fuck, Alexa,” he grow

led.

“Oh, God.” It was building. We were throwing gasoline on a fire. A fire that wasn’t going to be satisfied tonight, or any other night.

He kicked a door open. I half-opened an eye to see that we were in the game room. It was one of the rooms my designer insisted I needed as a celebrity. I never came in here. It was a complete waste of money.

“What’s in here?” he asked.

“Game stuff,” I answered roughly. “It’s a play room for fun.”

His eyebrow waggled. Ok, maybe it was a complete waste of money to a girl. Luke liked the idea.