Wall Street Titan (Wall Street Titan #1) - Anna Zaires Page 0,56

head thrown back with an orgasmic groan.

The aftershocks are like a series of mini earthquakes in my body as he collapses on top of me, then rolls onto his side, holding me anchored against him in a possessive hold as his slowly softening cock slips out of me. Sweat glues our skin together, and our ragged breathing is audible in the silent room as a single thought circles through my mind.

I am so screwed.

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Marcus

I tighten my hold on Emma as she shifts, trying to move away. I should let her go, so I can remove the condom and clean up, but I can’t bring myself to do so. My heart is pumping like an overworked steam engine, and despite the orgasm-induced relaxation spreading through my muscles, I’m vibrating with a surfeit of adrenaline.

I have never, in all of my life, experienced anything like this—have never lost myself in a woman so completely. From the moment she grabbed on to my shoulders, I was driven by a single primal urge: to get inside her, to claim her and make her mine. I forgot all about my plans for an elaborately staged seduction, how I was going to use what the investigator had uncovered to convince her to give me another shot.

I was going to woo her tonight like a gentleman, but instead, I attacked her with all the finesse of a sex-starved convict, not backing off even when I felt her extreme tightness and knew that I was hurting her.

“Are you all right, kitten?” I murmur, pulling her closer until I’m spooning her from the back, with one hand cradling her breast and the other arm stretched out underneath her neck. Her small, lush body feels so right, so perfect against me. Her ass is deliciously full and round as it rubs against my groin, and the soft globe of her breast fills my palm like it was made for it.

She really does remind me of a kitten, a sweet, warm, cuddly one.

“I’m fine.” A visible flush creeps over her bare shoulder, coloring her skin a delicate shade of peach as she tries to scoot away again, mumbling, “I should wash up.”

This time, I have no choice but to let her go. Reluctantly, I lift my arm, and she jumps up and off the bed, all wild red curls and pale curves as she beelines for the bathroom. I sit up as well and reach for a tissue from the box on the nightstand. It’s just in time too—the condom is already slipping off me. As I ball up the used tissue with the condom inside, I notice two of the cats—the smaller ones—staring at me, their green eyes accusing. Their bigger sibling is, thankfully, nowhere to be seen.

Maybe he got offended that I took his place on the bed?

“What?” I growl at them when they keep staring, then realize I’m talking to fucking cats.

Getting up, I zip up my pants and stride over to the bathroom, where I hear a shower running.

“Emma?” I knock. “Can I come in?”

No response.

I take that as a yes and push the door open. Like most people who live alone, she’s not used to locking the bathroom door.

Inside, the small room is filled with steam, the mirror all fogged up. Through the semi-transparent blue curtain hanging over her tub, I see the outline of Emma’s body under the spray of water, and though I’m still catching my breath from the powerful orgasm I just had, my cock twitches with renewed interest.

Fuck. It was supposed to get better once I’ve had her.

I hesitate, staring at her for a moment, then remove my shoes and strip off my pants and briefs. Hanging the clothes over the towel rod, I pull aside the curtain. “May I join you?”

She freezes in the middle of pouring body wash into her hand, her eyes rounding in shock. “What?”

“May I join you?” I repeat, my voice roughening as more blood surges to my groin. With the gorgeous spirals of her hair loosely pinned on top of her head and the water sluicing over her smooth, pale skin, she’s the most fuckable thing I’ve ever seen. I’m used to women being shaved or waxed, but she’s just neatly trimmed, and the little patch of flame-bright hair between her legs draws my eyes like a beacon.

A natural redhead—not that I’ve ever doubted it.

Her delectable skin turns a pretty shade of pink as she realizes where I’m looking. “Um… yes.” She sounds choked, and when