a condom from a box there. The suite came equipped with condoms? That was awfully convenient.
He rolled the condom on and reached for her.
Having sex with the ball gown on. No way was she slowing down to take the thing off. She wanted him right then. And he wanted her that way, too. Her hips were at the edge of the bed, her legs dangling over the side. He lifted her hips up now, as he stood beside the bed, and he put his cock at the entrance to her body. The thick head stretched her as he pushed in…
She shoved up with her hips.
And took in every long, wonderful inch of him.
He sank fully into her, and her sex clamped greedily around him. Thick, hard, full. Perfect. The pleasure bordered on pain because she was so sensitive from her releases and because he was so big, but there was no way that she’d stop. She wanted more, so much more and—
He was stroking her clit again. Making her body open up and yearn and soon she wasn’t bordering on pain. There was only pleasure. He thrust in and out. Her body met him in perfect rhythm. Their breaths panted. Their hearts raced. They drove toward release with feverish intensity. Her hands clamped around his shoulders. Her nails raked down his arms.
“Harder…faster…Dex, yes!”
He yanked her off the bed. Pulled her all the way up into his arms and she gave a cry of surprise. He was so strong. She hadn’t realized just how powerful he was.
He spun around. Put her back against the wall. Upright this way, she was fully open to him. Her legs locked around his hips as he pounded into her, and she loved every single thrust. Loved it so much that she bent forward and pressed a kiss to his neck. Then a bite.
“Lacey!” Dex roared her name.
But she was coming again, and everything but pleasure seemed distant. The release was so powerful that her vision dimmed. She clung to him and rode it out. An endless wave. Not a pop of pleasure. Bliss that stole her breath and swept her into some kind of mindless, pleasure-soaked oblivion. She shuddered and trembled and held on tight, and when the aftershocks rippled through her, she enjoyed the hell out of those, too.
Then he held her even tighter. Thrust deeper. Harder. Came with another rough cry of her name. She looked up, blinking to clear her vision, and saw the pleasure wash across Dex’s face. The primitive satisfaction made him savagely beautiful, and she couldn’t look away.
His breath shuddered out.
Reality crept back to her. One slow moment at a time. She became aware of the feel of her dress as it bunched at her waist, trapped between their bodies. She felt the hard wall behind her. The aches in her muscles. The dryness in her throat that told her she’d been moaning—and maybe even screaming a whole lot. And she saw his eyes—the expression in them changed. Warmed.
Pleasure. Possession.
She couldn’t help but wonder….was she looking at him the same way?
And, oh, dear God, had Dex just made her come three times?
***
You weren’t supposed to fall asleep in the arms of your enemy. But she had.
Lacey’s eyes flew open with a start, and she realized that, nope, she hadn’t dreamed the sensual activities from the night before. The whole amazing-sex-with-Dex scene hadn’t been some feverish fantasy that slipped into her head while she slept. Obviously not, because a warm, strong arm was wrapped around her, and when she turned her head a little bit, she found herself staring right at Dex’s face.
His very handsome face. A face that looked a little softer in sleep.
Three times. I came three times with him last night. Then he’d stripped off her dress. Taken her to the shower and…
Okay, fine. Four times. I came four times with him. By the time they’d made it back to the bed, they’d both collapsed from exhaustion.
She’d slept with the man she considered to be her enemy. And her fiancé.
And she had no idea what the heck she was doing.
But he looked really peaceful when he slept. Without the blinding power of his gaze, he was softer. Easier and—
From the nightstand, she heard the vibration and quick peal of sound that told her a text had just come through on Dex’s phone. Instantly, his thick lashes shot up. His gaze settled straight on her. And, of course, he didn’t slowly wake up. No gradual return of awareness