And again.
And again.
He never let up, he never stopped. Not until he reached that level where she’d earlier responded to pain. She moaned loudly and arched, and he heard her plea for more.
The music sped up, the strings of the violins being played faster and faster, and his flogging naturally followed along. Her skin flushed deeper now, a perfect shade of red on her bottom. The glow of the candles warmed the color of her skin. His canvas turning out far better than he’d imagined, his cock strained painfully to blow. The dance continued, his heart rate increased, his chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths. Only when he noticed her quivering legs did he stop. He stepped in behind her and cupped her neck, feeling her hammering pulse beneath his fingers. He slid his touch down her chest, delighted by the dampness of her sweaty flesh before he moved his hand around the warmth of her bottom. The heat against his palm brought urgency.
Though, again, he needed more. His soul wanted to claim her.
He knew he couldn’t be gentle when he dropped the flogger onto the tray and grabbed the condom. Not with this beauty bound and hot and ready for him to own. He returned to her back and opened his jeans, letting them fall to his knees. Glancing over her glowing flesh, he sheathed himself in the condom. He grabbed the base of his cock, spread her cheeks, feeling the warmth of her bottom and entered her slick heat in one swift stroke, right to the hilt.
She gasped and rose on her tiptoes. He grabbed her waist, holding her to him, as he began pumping his hips. In and out, his hard cock thrust into her, straining to blow, and her inner walls clamped against him, wildly begging for a release. Skin slapped against skin. His pelvis slapping her warm bottom that he’d awakened over and over again until he felt her early quivers.
Her climax arrived with such intensity that it threatened to overtake him with little warning. Again, she rose on her tiptoes, her inner muscles squeezing his cock hard enough to make him cross-eyed. She went silent for a long moment before her scream of release blasted across him, drawing up his balls. And when she exploded, he slammed forward, roaring his release.
Time got away from him as he rested his head against her neck, catching his breath. Only when her soft whisper broke the silence did his senses return to him. Even then, it took him a minute to make out the words she’d whispered. “Thank you, sir.”
Something changed in him then. Something in her voice sounded so very meaningful. Something that made him not want to hear those words, said in that husky tone, from anyone else.
Something that screamed mine.
* * *
Once Joss could properly walk again, she went in search of food. Apparently, orgasms forced the body to refuel. When all she found was protein and vegetables in Maddox’s fridge, she suggested going out. Of course, she’d expected his refusal, but she’d been armed and ready to win.
Twenty minutes later, she watched him slide into the booth across from her in the quiet pizzeria downtown, and she couldn’t help but smile. She’d never seen anyone look quite as uncomfortable and miserable all at the same time.
“This feels like a date,” Maddox grumbled, putting a voice to his unhappiness. “I’m still trying to figure out how in the hell you got me here.”
She fought a laugh, passing him a menu. Perhaps some women would back down in the face of a growly man, but she’d grown up around cops. She’d been around strong personalities her entire life. “No, this isn’t a date,” she said, hoping to show him where her mind was at, which wasn’t on relationship goals. “This is us getting the best pizza in Seattle because I’m starving and you had nothing to eat at your house.” She grabbed the menu, giving it a once-over. “Besides, it can’t be a date because I know it’s not a date.” She lowered the menu and looked at him, finding his intense eyes fixated on her. “You know, just because we’re friends-with-benefits doesn’t mean we can’t still be friends and get to know each other a little bit better. Sometimes, friends have dinner together.”
He snorted, not seeming overly thrilled about being here, but finally heaved a long sigh and glanced at his menu. “I’m not sure I agree with you, but somehow, you possess powers to coerce me that I have no shields against.”
She grinned behind her menu, proud she’d gotten him to do the unthinkable. Dear God, going for pizza wasn’t a marriage proposal. Obviously, he hadn’t had many female friends over the years. Which only told her how much she didn’t know about Maddox. Something she intended to change tonight.
Before she could dig a bit deeper into the complex mind of Maddox Hunt, the pretty blonde waitress came over. Her top, a little too tight, the V in her shirt, a little too low, and her skinny jeans looked painted on.