Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,106

explodes in my belly, so deep and resonate, lifting me up and slamming me down. My fingers catch the sheets, clutching and tearing, desperate to hold on as those terrible—terribly awesome—fingers of his work me to a manic frenzy.

I’m coming so hard I can’t even help it.

Coming with my head thrashing, my teeth bared, and Mag flipping Heron watching the whole time.

Halfway through, he leans down, still stroking me to bliss. His lips attack mine, this time with a feral growl, and I’m done.

My lips are so full of his that there’s no chance to scream.

Just shake.

Just breathe and whimper and dig my nails into his back as he pumps into me, turning me into an exhausted mess.

He stays propped up, his weight gently pressed against me, stroking the same devilish fingers through my hair as my eyes flutter open.

“Welcome back, sweetheart. I should’ve known you’d come your soul out,” he whispers with a smirk.

I can’t believe I’m not spent, a boneless mess, but somehow I’m still wet. Still aching for this man and his dagger tongue to give me what I need at the deepest, primal level.

“Fair’s fair. Now I get to see you,” I tell him, reaching for his cock.

How can I not adore the sparkle in his eyes when I squeeze his shaft, stroking up and down, feeling his hot pre-come ooze across my hand?

He makes another sinful, growly noise as my fingers leave his dick, crawling down his back to the tight skin of his oh-so-firm ass.

It’s so nice in my hands. Round and warm and hard as a rock.

I wrap my legs around his, arching up as he pushes down.

“Enough torture. I want you so bad,” I say, flicking my tongue across his lips.

It’s all he needs to take my mouth again, reminding me who’s boss, tormenting me a little longer as his tongue strokes in and out, a hint of everything he’ll do to my body.

I fight my way out of the kiss. “Mag, I need more.”

With thunder in his voice, he shifts back on his knees, gripping the base of his cock, lining it with my entrance.

“Once we start, there’s no going back,” he teases, rubbing the swollen, angry tip of his length against my clit. “This won’t be as gentle as I kiss.”

“Lucky you, I don’t want gentle.”

His eyes flash, blue heat tinged with lust, a visible twitch in his face.

“Fuck, Brina, I—I need a condom.”

Just as he starts moving, I pinch my legs around his.

“I’m on the pill. I’m clean. And you work like a monk, so I’m guessing you are too,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “No more games. Take me, Mag. Take it all. Take me over.”

I slide my ankles against his, clamping down, begging him to do everything and more.

The look he gives me is equal parts gorgeous as hell and barely freaking human.

With a deep breath, he rolls his hips forward, feeding an inch in at a time, and then pushing faster, harder, when he feels how wet I am.

My boss plunges deep inside me in one feral stroke, and I gasp, feeling his balls against my skin.

His breath hisses like a crackling fire as he pulls back, gliding into me again, this time without mercy.

I arch up as he presses down, meeting his pace, turning his twin blue flames into blistering suns. He’s growling as he hoists me up, fusing us together, shoving my thighs around his waist and sinking his fingers into the flesh of my ass.

I feel like a doll being ravished by a giant as those whipcord muscles move him like the wind, splitting me open, battering against me so hard there’s an audible slap of our skin.

Holy shit.

Unholy thrusts.

And soon they’re possessing every last bit of me, his hips colliding so hard my breasts shake, a possessive groan in his throat promising he won’t be undone until he brands me with another searing O.

I’m all moans, hair spilling down around me, desperately trying to meet his thrusts, blood rushing to my extremities in a raging torrent. He torches me every time he slams down harder, deeper, wilder.

I’m already on the edge when I feel Mag’s forehead on mine, hot bone through his skin, the bed creaking with his punishing strokes as his pubic bone grinds on my clit.

“Oh-oh-oh, Mag!” I graze my teeth across the skin of his face, inhaling the breath spilling out of him.

“Come for me again. I know you want to. Give me the whole night,” he rasps, his