VERSUS (Second Chances 2)

I crave a taste. I want to lap at her until she can’t form any word but my name.

Her fingers glide over her cleft. “I need you inside of me now.”

I stare at her hand; at the way her delicate fingers circle her clit. I could sit here, with my dick pulsing with need and watch her get herself off.

I could, but I won’t.

I move quickly, shifting on the bed until I’m facing the nightstand. I dump the box of condoms that sits in plain view. My hand grabs for one.

I rip the packet open, sheath my cock, and turn back to the sight of this gorgeous woman laid open and bare for me.

Pushing between her legs, I look down at her. “This is just the beginning. You’re mine for the night.”

I thrust into her. It’s so hard and sudden that she cries out.

I take her in long strokes, the pace building, the raw need surfacing until the bed shakes beneath us and she comes with a moan that wraps itself around me so tightly that it drives me into an intense orgasm that steals everything from me but this moment in time with this woman.

Chapter 4

Dylan

“Mr. Colt? Sir? Are you alive?”

If I’m hearing those words, I sure as hell can’t be dead.

I manage to crack one of my eyelids open far enough to see a stocky figure standing at the foot of my bed.

Sunlight is pouring into the room.

I never wake to sunlight.

“What?” I bark back, my hand falling to the space next to me. I slide it over the sheet but come up empty. “Where the fuck is she?”

“Who?”

Christ.

Gunner Runyan, my ever-present, annoying-as-hell assistant, is standing in my bedroom, and I’m naked.

I tug the twisted blanket around my waist.

“There’s a woman here.” I use sheer will to pry open both of my eyelids against the assault of light. I didn’t draw the blinds before I fell asleep.

I couldn’t think straight last night.

“No, sir.” I don’t have to look at him to know that he’s shaking his head. “You were the only one here when I arrived.”

“Bullshit,” I mutter under my breath.

“It’s not bullshit,” he says in an even tone. “I can go back and check every room if you want, but I guarantee that there’s no one in this apartment but you and me.”

She left. She goddamn left when I was sleeping.

Gunner clears his throat as if I need a reminder that he’s standing mere feet away from me.

“Why are you here?” I shield my eyes from the sunlight with my hand so I can shoot him a death stare.

He’s dressed as he always is in a three-piece black suit, a white button-down shirt, and a light blue tie. Gunner doesn’t give a shit if it’s one hundred degrees outside. His wardrobe never changes.