Marrying Mr. Wrong (Dirty Martini Running Club #3) - Claire Kingsley Page 0,83

want it to end, either. Any of it.

Groaning, he shifted his hips and moved me up and down his hard length. I rolled my hips, grinding against him as he thrust inside me. He kept hold of me with one strong arm and slid his fingers into my hair. His fist clenched around my curls and he pulled my head back to bare my neck.

I held onto his shoulders, riding him while he lapped his tongue over my skin. Every drag of his cock through me made my inner walls tighten around him.

“I want to devour every inch of you,” he growled.

His grip on my hair loosened and he moved his hand to cup my cheek. My hard nipples rubbed against his chest and he clamped his mouth on my neck, sucking hard.

“Cox,” I breathed.

Driving in deep, he groaned again, his voice reverberating through me. He kept sucking my neck and his finger brushed my lips. I flicked my tongue out, licking it, and he slid it into my mouth.

Our bodies moved in sync—in a slow, erotic dance. Like we’d been made for each other. I sucked his finger while his cock slid in and out, his mouth still clamped on my neck. He filled every bit of me.

He owned me.

Heat and pressure built deep inside. His breath grew ragged and his hips jerked harder. He was close. I could feel it.

Movement suddenly caught my attention and my eyes flicked to the partially open door.

Someone was there.

Oh my god, it was Althea.

My breath caught and I almost stopped. We had to stop. She was standing right there, wide-eyed and open-mouthed.

But Cox moved his other hand to my ass and thrust in so deep, my eyes rolled back.

I’d never been excited by the idea of getting caught having sex, but somehow this made me feel wonderfully naughty. She wanted to walk in like she owned the place while we were in Cox’s bedroom? Fine. She could get an eyeful.

So I didn’t stop him.

With my arms wrapped around his neck, I leaned my head back and rolled my hips against him. His grip on my ass tightened, his fingers digging into me. He thrust harder, faster, grunting like an animal, his cock hard as steel inside me.

My inner muscles clenched, pulsing around him like a warning. He grunted hard and his muscles flexed.

I didn’t look to see if Althea was still watching. I didn’t care. I chased my climax, moaning with every frenzied thrust. Losing myself in the feel of him deep inside me.

“So fucking good,” he growled into my ear. “I’m going to come in you so hard.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Come.”

Without warning, he tipped me backward onto the bed and drove into me, hard and deep. My eyes rolled back again as he braced himself on top of me and fucked me mercilessly. His hips jerked, every muscle in his body tightening. I hooked my legs around his waist and surrendered.

I’d never been fucked so hard in my life. And oh my god, I loved it.

One more thrust and I burst apart, every nerve ending coming alive at once. My fingernails dug into Cox’s back and he groaned, a rough, guttural sound. He plunged in again, and again, and again, his throaty growls filling the air. We came together, riding out our orgasms in simultaneous glory.

Finally, he slowed. Still braced on top of me, he blinked his eyes open and met mine. “Fuck.”

My lips curled in a grin, although I was still dazed from that orgasm. “Yeah.”

He blew out a breath and rolled off me to deal with the condom. No sign of Althea, and part of me wondered if I’d imagined it. Because if she’d really been there, I would have stopped. I didn’t just keep having sex with someone watching.

Did I?

Cox came back and I got up to quickly use the bathroom, then climbed in bed with him.

He gathered me in his arms and kissed my head. “That was amazing.”

I took a long, slow breath, nestling into his warmth. “It was. But…”

“But what?”

“I might be crazy, but I think someone might have just seen us.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I think Althea was in the doorway.”

He laughed. “Well, shit.”

“She wasn’t, right? I had to have imagined it.”

“She has been known to barge in my house unannounced. So yeah, you might have seen her.”

I winced. “Sorry. I should have stopped. But you felt so good, and… I don’t know.”

He rolled me onto my back and grinned at me. “You wanted to