Page 134 of Criminally Yours

He shook his head, but his smile was unrelenting.

“Shall we try the sofa outside?” she added with a grin.

“Millie,” he warned.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?”

“I know what happened will have made you anxious. We need to ease that. We’re safe. I want this.” She jumped up and hobbled to the door. “Race ya.”

He grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder as he sourced a condom, then strode toward the outside deck.

He laid her down on the sofa and knelt above her.

She shivered. “No one can see us, can they?”

“Let them. I hope Joyce has security cameras so we can borrow the recording and watch it back one night.”

He slid a hand under her bralette and swirled his finger around her nipples. “When I was particularly horny one morning and imagining exactly this, I walked around the house and checked the sofa from every angle. It’s unlikely we can be seen.”

“Good,” she moaned.

He pulled her into a spooning position. She leaned her head back, and he kissed her hard on the mouth, his tongue tangling in hers. She hooked her arm around his bicep and pressed her bum against him, wriggling against his erection.

“Hungry?” he asked against her mouth as he squeezed and twisted her nipples.

Millie turned and wrapped her legs around his, panting and moaning his name. Strike dipped his head and licked her nipples over her bralette, grazing them with his teeth.

“More,” she hissed. With calloused, bruised, and cut hands, he yanked down the straps.

“You’re gorgeous,” he growled before circling her nipples with his tongue, biting them hard, and making her cry out as she writhed.

“So fucking hard,” she murmured as he ground himself between her thighs.

Her breathing turned ragged as he pinched her hips, hisclaiming hold insistent. He ran his thumb across her pussy, and her head fell back.

Her moans of his name were saturated with desperation.

He fought to calm his swelling cock as he slid his hand into her knickers and pressed two fingers inside her. Her lips parted in a silent moan, and he capitalised on it, kissing her as he finger fucked her.

“Mmmm,” she hummed against his mouth as he thrust his fingers inside her while his other hand toyed with her tits.

The speed of her moans hastened, and she rolled her hips, bucking against his thrusts. He altered his touch, changing the tempo. Again and again, he pushed her closer to orgasm before changing his technique.

“Strike,” she groaned.

He chuckled. “Yes, baby?”

“Let me come.”

“Nope.”

He loved watching her coiled with need. He dragged desire from every part of her as she begged to finish, but she didn’t utter the safe word. Instead, she shoved her hand in his joggers, stroking his erection.

He groaned into her mouth as she rubbed her palm over the head of his cock. Her hand left sparks in their wake, and he thrust against her touch.

“I’m fucking desperate for you,” she hissed.