Cross My Hart (The Notorious Harts 1)

‘I wanted to do this the second you walked into my conference room.’ He grins as he tosses my shirt aside and cups the lace of my bra. I shiver at the feel of him, the feel of his palms against my breasts, the way my nipples harden and tighten and strain against the lace. He reaches behind me, unhooking it effortlessly, and then his mouth catches one of my nipples, rolling it with his tongue as his hands push at my skirt. I step out of it as he unzips it and slides off my thong, and then he’s lifting me, easily, urgently, his hands fumbling at his zip as he strides across the room towards the bed.

He drops me into it and then crashes onto me, his mouth a torment on my body, his kisses hot, like fire, each one setting off sensations like fireworks beneath my skin.

He pushes out of his pants and then his naked body is on top of mine—his naked body so impossibly toned and sculpted, so deliciously tempting. I run my hands down his back and then curve them over his cock so he swears softly and laughs, dropping his head to my shoulder, breathing in and out.

‘I need you,’ he says simply.

I push him up a little so I can look into his eyes. ‘That makes two of us.’

His face shows amusement as he lifts up, just enough to grab a condom and slide it on, and then he takes me, he drives himself into me with urgency and desperate imperative, as though everything he has in life is riding on this coming together.

‘I wanted to fuck you this morning,’ he grunts. ‘I wanted to fuck you so hard, and you weren’t there.’

‘I had kind of an important work day ahead,’ I defend between groans, smiling over his shoulder as pleasure swirls around me.

‘I wanted to fuck you and instead found your note.’

I laugh, pushing at his chest so he flips onto his back. ‘At least you can’t fault my manners.’

‘Yeah, you’re right.’ He holds my hips still, pushing into me, and I arch my back, swaying, tilting my head and staring up at the ceiling as his huge cock fills me right up. His hand drops to my pussy and runs over it, his fingers stroking me in time with his thrusts.

I drop forward, biting his shoulder as stars explode against my eyelids, as time stands still and speeds up.

‘Bitch!’ He laughs, shifting a little—whoops. I bit hard.

Nothing diminishes my pleasure.

He holds my hips and rolls me so I’m on my back again, and he keeps thrusting inside of me, even as I’m coming, so I ride this wave again and again, my body quivering with the force of this release.

I lift my hands to his sides, digging my nails in, scratching them over his back as I become incandescent with pleasure and he grinds his hips and then spills all of himself into me, his voice a guttural, hoarse moan.

It is fast, frantic, passionate sex. No niceties. No pleasantries. Kind of like a hurricane touched down between us. I blink, waking from some kind of sexual fog, to air that’s filled with the aroma of the dinner he brought, and a lover on top of me, his weight pleasing, who I’ve physically marked with signs of my madness.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say, but smiling, because I’m not really. I push up, pressing a kiss to the small indentations on his shoulder—indentations that are already fading. ‘But you really are too good at that, you know.’

He catches my mouth, kissing me then dragging my lower lip between his teeth and pressing into it lightly. I moan. ‘You can bite me any time, Grace.’

I collapse back onto the bed, my breathing laboured, my body hot and a little sweaty from the sultry night air and the rapid-fire fucking.

‘What’d you get us?’

‘Chips, burgers, soda.’

‘Healthy,’ I tease.

‘Tasty,’ he corrects, winking. He stands up then and I watch unashamedly as he crosses the room, disposing of the condom in the en-suite bathroom before picking his jocks up off the floor. He pulls them on, then turns to face me.

I’m naked on the bed and not at all self-conscious.

‘And here we find ourselves in yet another hotel room without a convenient pole,’ he murmurs.

I grin. ‘Design flaw.’

‘Perhaps if I buy the place I’ll have them installed in all the rooms. Just in case.’

‘It’s a great form of exercise,’ I say, winking at him.

‘I’m still looking forward to a demonstration.’