Page 68 of Unleashed

Gripping Maren behind the knees, I lift her legs, spreading them wide as I drag the flat of my tongue up the line of her pussy, tracing the path of her seam.

She’s so distracted by attempting to set a timer, she must not have seen me coming, because she gasps sharply.

Then drops my phone on her face.

“Goddammit, Trevor.” There’s no anger in her voice. She sounds more exasperated than anything. “Stop distracting me.”

“No.” It’s a blanket statement. One she won’t know the full extent of until tomorrow, when I do everything in my power to distract her into visiting my office. And a conference room.

And maybe the back seat of my car.

The next swipe of my tongue ends at her clit, where I settle in just as she throws my cell back at me. The device lands on the covers next to her thigh, the countdown I’m racing displayed across the screen.

I wish I could take my time and enjoy this moment, but that’s not the opportunity offered. So, I’m going to make the most of every fucking second. Wring every orgasm I can out of the woman already riding my face like she bet money on the results.

I manage to send her over the edge within the first minute and a half, exploiting every bit of the knowledge I’ve gained about how she likes to be touched. Maren doesn’t appreciate teasing, which makes me think she’s been left hanging a lot. I’m going to show her she can trust me to satisfy her. As many times as possible.

Because I very much intend to tease her at some point. If for no other reason than to earn her claws.

I check the timer as she tries to catch her breath, shifting my phone up the bed before rolling Maren to her belly. She wanted me to fuck her from behind the day of Toby’s wedding, but logistically, that wasn’t an option. It is now. And I want to know if she chose it out of preference or convenience.

Wedging one knee between her thighs, I pry myself just enough room to fit my body into hers. Letting my chest rest against her back, I nuzzle the shell of her ear as the head of my dick nudges at her slick pussy. I slide deep, eyes rolling back at how fucking good she feels. Once I’m fully seated, I straddle her thighs, pressing them together as I rock against her. “Yes? No?”

Maren peers at me over one shoulder, cheeks flushed, brows pinched. “What?”

That doesn’t sound promising, so I reach for a pillow. “We don’t have time for me to try to read your mind. If you tell me what you like, we’re both gonna have way more fun.” Shifting up to my knees, I hook one hand under her body, lifting her hips enough I can wedge the pillow into place. “I’d love to figure it out myself, but that’s gonna take a minute, and we’ve only got six left.” Once the pillow is situated, I roll my hips, testing the new position.

This time, I get a pretty obvious reaction.

The moan Maren lets out is exactly what I’m looking for, but it’s also loud enough to give us away. I quickly clamp a hand over her mouth as I blanket her back with my front, lips against her ear as I warn, “Gotta be quiet, or I’ll have to stop.”

Maren shoots me a glare, but it’s short-lived since her eyes roll closed on my next thrust.

I can’t stop the smirk that curves my lips at the sounds she’s making behind the press of my palm. I also can’t stop myself from antagonizing her. Just a little. “If I’d known this is all it takes to calm you down, I would have fucked the hate out of you months ago.”

The next sound she makes is a growl, and it comes as her teeth sink into my finger.

This time I’m the one groaning. I’m not a masochist. It’s not the pain pulling my balls tight and threatening my control. It’s knowing she can handle me. That Maren will never let me walk all over her. She won’t hesitate to tell me when I’m wrong or dumb or being a fucking idiot.

And I’m a wrong, dumb idiot a lot.

“You are so fucking vicious.” I bury my face in her hair, trying desperately to keep my movements consistent, as I fuck her into the mattress I’ll never sleep on the same way again. “So fucking fierce.” Knowing I’m running out of time, I wedge my free hand between her body and the pillow, cupping her pussy in a way that puts pressure on her clit without rubbing directly against it. “And I love it.”

Maren bucks against me, her fingers gripping tight to the comforter covering my bed as her pussy clenches around me. It’s only through sheer willpower and determination that I manage to keep going a few seconds longer. But the instant her climax seems like it’s on the down swing, I’m gone.

Unable to hold back any longer, I have to let go, losing all coordination as I fight for some semblance of consistency. I collapse just as the timer on my phone goes off. I don’t know that I’ve ever had sex on a deadline, but I didn’t hate it. The race added a little bit of excitement to things.

And God knows I love a challenge. Probably yet another reason I’ve been so fascinated with the woman beneath me.

I switch off the timer, closing my eyes for just a second to catch my breath before we have to get up, put on our clothes, and pretend like nothing happened.

Brushing Maren’s hair away from her face, I run my lips along the curve of her jaw. “Was that all you hoped it would be?”

“All ten minutes of it?” Maren’s lips curve, softening any bite her words might have carried.

“Careful.” I slowly work my body from hers. “I’ll sneak into your bed tonight and keep you up until we have to leave for work.”

Maren rolls to her back, frowning up at me. “You know you can’t keep sleeping on my couch, right?”