Dirty Working Hero (Hard Working Hero 2)

“Fuck, Millie, you're so god damn sexy I can't take it.” Hardin groans as his fingers tighten around my knees.

“Shh,” I say, pushing my finger against his lips. “We don't want to wake them up.”

“Don't worry, I'll keep you quiet no matter how much you might want to scream.” He drops forward, kissing me hard, silencing any words or noises that might try to come out.

Hardin releases my knees and rips my panties right off my hips. The fabric splits, exposing me. His eyes glaze over as he drinks me in.

I love the way he's looking at me right now. It's as if he can see all of me, right down to my very soul. I inhale a sharp breath as he trails his fingertips down between my breasts and over my naval.

He drifts his finger through my folds, touching me with the weight of a feather. But I feel him. I feel the pads of his fingertips slip between my lips and over my clit. He spreads my velvet juice all over my smooth skin.

My fingernails rake up his back, then rip back down as he thrusts a finger inside my heat. He fucks me with his finger, gliding in and out, and rubbing circles over my clit.

I kiss him harder as a moan tries to force its way out. Hardin swallows the sound, his kiss intensifying as his tongue circles mine.

Quickly, he pulls his finger free, leaving me empty. I'm shivering, every muscle is convulsing as my entire body goes up in flames. I can't take it. I can't take one more second of this. If he doesn't fuck me, I'm going to lose my mind. My pussy is grabbing at air, aching to be filled again, in desperate need of being filled.

Hardin breaks our kiss, placing his lips against my ear. “Tonight you’re mine,” he says, pushing his cock against my entrance. “All mine.”

In one hard thrust, Hardin drives himself inside me. My nails dig into the firm muscles of his back, holding on tight as I bite his shoulder. He feels so good right here. I never want him to move.

He pulls out right to the tip, and throws himself back forward. His cock spears me, starbursts explode behind my eyes. My mind is empty, but my body is so damn full.

My hands fly up into his hair, grabbing fistfuls. I nip at his skin, doing everything in my power to not make a sound. Hardin is breathing heavy, and sweat is trickling down his temples as he buries his face in the crook of my neck.

Pistoning his hips, he fucks me, erasing everything and everyone else. There is no one else in the world but us. Right here, right now, we own it all.

Every nerve in my body sparks, sending wave after wave of pure ecstasy rushing through my veins. My skin is warm, and the air is hot, pricking my lungs like needles as I try to breathe. The orgasm blossoms from deep inside, spreading up through my stomach and around my ribs.

I'm about to moan when Hardin's mouth catches mine. His kiss engulfs me as his cock stills, bursting inside my pussy. His dick throbs, filling me with hot cum. I can feel his heart beating against my chest, pounding so hard it makes my ribs vibrate.

“Holy shit,” I say softly.

Pushing up on his arms, he pulls his face away from mine. He looks like a god, glistening in sweat. His skin is flushed, his cheeks are red, but his eyes, his eyes are crystal clear. “So, you think anyone heard us?”

I smile and shake my head no. “I'm pretty sure my door would've been kicked down by now.”

He rolls off me and sits on the edge of the bed. Bending over, he picks up his clothes and puts them back on. I cover myself up under the blanket, pulling it up over my chest as I watch his muscles roll and bulge as he puts his shirt on.

“Are you working on the patio tomorrow?” I ask.

“No, not tomorrow. It's Saturday.”

“That's right.” I adjust the blanket and roll on my side, snuggling my head against the pillow. “So, when do you think I'll see you again?”

“When do you want to see me?”

“I don't know. I'm busy tomorrow. Are you here next week?”

“That depends,” he says, standing up and walking to my window. Turning around, he gives me a sweet smile. “Will you be here?”

“I live here.” I tilt my head and smirk. “So, yeah, I'll be around.”

“Good, then I know where to find you.” Hardin throws his leg out the window, and winks, disappearing into the darkness.

I can hear him quietly shuffling back across the roof, and the sound of the plastic lid buckling as he lowers his weight on top of it.

I'm not sure what the hell I'm doing, but I can't say I don't like it.