Page 58 of Heated Takeover

Natalie scoffs. “I am not on the clock. This is my house.”

A smirk tempts my lips slightly upward. And I wait. She is right. I am not her boss right now. And this is her home, not mine. So I wait. Because I know what she wants. It’s the same thing that I want. I just have to wait for her to take it.

And she does.

After a moment of hesitancy, her body leans towards mine, her jaw quivers, her arms reach up to lace her hands around my neck, and her chin tips towards mine.

Our mouths crash together in the candlelight, and I pull her against me hard. It’s a frenzy of hands yanking at clothing, struggling to find skin, to rid any barriers between us. My tongue finds hers; she bites my lip; I spread kisses up her neck. She slides her hands inside my gym pants, over my ass, gripping it in her hands.

I pick her up and her legs wrap around me automatically. I tease her through her leggings, making her moan. She lifts her shirt up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. I kiss the swell of her breasts and walk us down the dark hallway toward her bedroom.

In her room, there is nothing but moonlight to light and the occasional flash of lightning. With every bright silver flash, we get a glimpse of each other. Each time there is less clothing than before. More skin than before and more need than before.

“You are infuriating,” she says between aggressive kisses.

“You drive me crazy,” I tell her.

I kiss her neck again, nibbling and biting and sucking.

“You’re going to leave a mark,” she tells me.

“Good,” I growl back. “Then everyone will know who you belong to.”

I pull away, and her bright green eyes are wide, locked on my gaze.

“Say it,” I demand, running my hands down her sides and stopping just before they reach the parts of her body that are aching the most for my touch. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” she says.

“Good girl,” I say, lifting her up and tossing her back on the bed. The room goes pitch black as the sky takes a break from its lightning dance before another bolt lights up the entire room with a boom. In that moment, I glimpse her naked body in its entirety. Every smooth, soft curve bathed in moonlight like an untouched goddess.

“Fuck,” I say, taking a moment to appreciate what is right in front of me before crawling onto the bed. I trail kisses up her leg, starting at her delicate ankle and moving north to her knee and her thigh. When I press my lips to her pussy, her legs part as she moans. I stay there relishing in her, kissing, sucking, flicking and teasing. When her body starts to shudder against my mouth, I move up her body to her navel and breasts, up to her collarbones and her lips again.

After I’ve kissed her deeply, I pull back just enough to see her face. I brush the loose locks of hair away from her face and gently pull the tie from her hair, letting all of it down.

“You should wear your hair down more,” I tell her.

“It gets in the way,” she says.

“It’s fucking gorgeous,” I tell her. “What’s the point of having long hair if it’s always pulled back?”

“It’s messy. It’s not professional.”

I stare down at her, positioning myself.

“We don’t always have to be professional,” I say just before thrusting myself inside her.

Natalie cries out in a delicious moan, and I groan before letting my forehead press against hers. I give both of us a moment before pulling back and thrusting into her again.

“Fuck me, you feel so good,” I tell her. “That’s all I think about. Being inside you. Just like this.”

“I think about it too,” she tells me.

“Yeah? And what do you think about it? Tell me.”

“Your hard cock filling me up,” she purrs, and I groan at her dirty words. “Sliding in and out of me, creating more heat, more friction, more need with every drive.”

“Yes,” I growl. “What else?”