Page 137 of Red Marked

He’s holding all of me. Both hands under my ass, my full weight, and he’s fucking me. The muscles in his shoulders roll under my hands. His chest is heaving. Every time he bottoms out, a sound comes out of him, low, like it hurts. He shuts his mouth on it, and the next one comes anyway.

I look down between my bouncing breasts and see his cock disappear inside me. Then he presses himself against me and thrusts harder.

“Star.” Through his teeth. “Fuck. You’re so tight. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I can’t be quiet. I’m trying. My breath is sawing in and out of me, and there are these little hitching whimpers riding on top of it that I have no control over. Every one of them makes his eyes go darker.

“Shhhhhh,” he says, and kisses me.

He kisses me so he can keep going. He kisses the sounds right out of my mouth. His tongue is deep, and his hips don’t stop. The slap of our bodies is loud in the tiny room, and my heels are digging into the small of his back. His cock is dragging over something inside me on every stroke that has me climbing again.

He lifts his head, his eyes on mine.

His hand slides between us.

He finds my clit, and he pinches it between his fingers.

My eyes go wide, and my mouth falls open. He pinches again, and I come apart, my pussy clamping.

I groan.

It doesn’t hurt. It’s pure, intense pleasure as he rolls it between his fingers. My whole body jerks.

Flint gets this look as he comes. He slams into me and stays there, grinding deep, and his whole body goes rigid. His mouth opens. The sound that comes out of him is more breath than voice, a hoarse, punched-out rush of air, and his eyes stay on mine the whole time. They’re wide, that vivid, impossible blue. He’s shaking. He’s completely unguarded, right there in front of me, coming inside me with his face wide open and nothing hidden in it at all.

It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

It sends me over again. I didn’t know I had it in me. I bury my face in his neck and shudder through it while he pulses inside me and holds me so tight I can feel his heart slamming against my breasts.

He keeps rocking against me, making these little sounds until we’re both done.

Eventually he carries me the two steps to the bed and comes down on it with me, on his side, still inside me. We lie there with our legs tangled and my forehead against his throat. He deals with the condom soon after.

“Overachiever,” I tell him. “That was…pretty darned impressive.”

“I must say, you’re good at taking orders.”

“Does that mean I’m hired?”

He chuckles. “Not officially. I still have two candidates to interview. Then I might need to interview you again just to be sure.”

“Really now?”

“Yes, really.” He leans in and kisses me.

40

Flint

“Tell me about a time things went wrong on your watch,” I say.

Forge sits square in a chair that’s almost a size too small for him, hands loose on the table, the sleeves of his collared shirt straining at the biceps.

He looks up in thought for a moment and then smiles. “Two years ago. I was at a harbor warehouse, on the night shift. There were four of us on the roster.” He tells the story about a near miss and how teamwork saved the day.

They’ve all been good answers.

Behind him, the hotel restaurant is filling up with the conference crowd.