He grunted again, hooking her at the hips, bringing her up to her knees. She arched her back, leaning back into him, allowing him the deepest angle possible. He rocked against her, tentative despite the pulsating desire thrumming between them.

“You like it?” His voice came out haggard, sounding like someone else’s.

She laughed throatily, eyes drifting shut. “Like it? Not even close.”

“Good.” He pulled out and then eased himself back in. Her pussy tightened around him, begging for him to stay. “We don’t have time for mediocre.”

He pulled out again and then entered more forcefully, which stole her breath.

“Oh my God,” she moaned.

“Mm-hmm.” He palmed both ass cheeks, and then gave one a curt slap. “Where do you want me to come, baby?”

The question zipped through her, striking her as both bizarre and titillating. She liked how he ceded control…but also how he took it from her, too. Their dynamic was something special, and like nothing she’d experienced before. Most men she bedded tended to be pushovers who just wanted to finger her raw or supreme alphas who got off on barking commands.

There had been no in-between…until Imaad.

She thought about it for a few seconds, until the words leaped from her mouth. “On my back.”

He grunted his approval and slammed inside her again, deeper than she’d ever felt before. She moaned throaty and low, her pussy quaking and quivering as he took her again and again. The buzz started deep inside her, so powerful that she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle the orgasm. Maybe it would be too good. Imaad grunted, slapping her ass cheek one more time, and then croaked out, “I’m close.”

“Me too,” she whimpered, grasping at the bedspread. “Oh God, me too.”

Imaad rocked against her, burying himself so deeply that her vision went spotty. She tensed around him, wailing as the waterfall of pleasure began. Imaad thrust in and out again, and then he gave a muffled cry. A moment later, she felt warm liquid coating her back, drizzling down the sides of her waist.

She laughed low, smashing her face into the comforter, her whole body going limp as the tidal wave of bliss receded into a low buzz.

Imaad stilled for a moment, and then reached for something. A tissue, she realized as he gently wiped her back clean and then collapsed on the bed beside her. She found her place in his arms easily, curled up against his chest, lulled into fragrant dreams in her post-coital euphoria.

13

Imaad came to a few hours later, blinking against the soft lighting of the bedroom. Annabelle rested in his arms, a small smile on her face. Maybe she was dreaming of that incredible sex. It would certainly haunt his dreams for a while.

His chest tightened as he watched her snooze. Something about her felt right, like a puzzle piece clicking into place. Her spark and fire complemented his own. She was exactly the type of zest and brains that he’d been too scared to hope for in life. And that sex...it needed no explanation. Annabelle was the whole package.

He stroked her hairline as she slept, admiring the small details of her face. The tiny lines by her eyes, the sassy smirk that showed up even in sleep. The white blonde hair that framed her temples. Her eyes fluttered open, her icy blue eyes cloudy as she adjusted to the world again.

“Hey there.” He dragged his thumb over her forehead.

She nuzzled into his chest. “Well this is certainly nice to wake up to.”

“Nothing better.” He smoothed his lips over her hairline. “Did you rest well?”

“Like a perfectly sated baby.” She grinned. “How long were we out for?”

“A few hours.” He rolled over slightly to check the bedside clock. “It’s getting late—almost midnight.”

Her hands snaked around his waist. “That’s okay. You can stay here.”

He pulled he

r tightly into his arms. “But I can’t. It would be inappropriate, given the fact that we aren’t married.”

She snorted with laughter. “So, what was the sex we just had? Totally appropriate?”

Imaad squeezed one of her ass cheeks, like a delicious reprimand. “More than appropriate. But the hotel staff can’t see me leave tomorrow. It would make the news.”

She arched a brow, pulling back a bit to look at him. “Seriously?”

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