took her from behind.
It had been three months since Andrea had tried to kidnap and kill her behind The Driskill. She’d had to throw away the green dress Walker had liked so much, but she’d gone shopping with Wendy and Clarissa, and had found the dress she’d worn tonight.
It was shorter than the one she’d worn all those weeks ago. Cut low, showing off her cleavage, and she’d hoped after Walker had seen her in it that this was how their night would end.
She’d met him at the restaurant for dinner, since he’d had to work late, and his reaction to the dress, and her in it, had been everything she’d hoped for. His eyes had widened, then his pupils had expanded, and he swore low under his breath.
Throughout dinner, he couldn’t keep his hands off her, his fingers frequently straying into indecent territory on her leg as they sat next to each other on the same side of the booth in the steak restaurant. He wasn’t as chatty as usual either.
It was probably a good thing they both had their cars and had to drive separately to their apartment, because otherwise, Gillian had a feeling she would’ve been naked and he would’ve been on her in the car.
As it was, the second the apartment door was shut behind them, Walker had grabbed her, pulled her into him, and kissed her as if he hadn’t just that morning had his wicked way with her.
Now she was bent over the side of the couch as he took her from behind, just as she’d imagined he’d do after the Howard party when they’d arrived home.
She was still fully dressed, except for the white silk panties he’d ripped off her right before he’d entered her from behind. They’d stopped using condoms a couple weeks ago, and Gillian still couldn’t believe how amazing Walker felt inside her.
His hips sped up as he neared his climax. One of his hands pushed under her belly and down, and he roughly strummed her clit as his cock slammed in and out of her.
“Come for me, Di,” he ordered.
Gillian had tried to explain to him once that just because he ordered her to orgasm, didn’t mean it was going to happen, but tonight she was right there with him. She’d been soaking wet and ready for him before they’d gotten home, and seeing him completely lose it, unable to hold back, had pushed her close to the edge.
As usual, he didn’t back off manipulating her clit when she got close. One second his touch almost hurt, and the next, she closed her eyes, arched her back, thrust her ass against him and came. Hard.
She felt him slam inside her once more then hold himself as far inside her as he could as he came, as well. His groan echoed around them, but his fingers didn’t let up on her clit. Gillian tried to squirm away from him, but it was no use.
“One more,” he croaked. “Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
That did it. Another, smaller orgasm ripped through her, every muscle in her body tightening. She swore she could feel him still throbbing inside her.
They stayed like that for just a moment, their hearts beating out of their chests, sweat dripping from their brows.
“Holy crap,” she muttered when she could get her brain to work.
Walker chuckled and slowly pulled out of her soaking folds. Gillian felt a rush of his come slide down her inner thigh.
“I know it’s inconvenient for you, but I’ll never get sick of seeing that. It’s sexy as fuck,” Walker told her. “Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up.”
He helped bring her upright and kissed her gently before putting his arm around her waist and walking her down the hall to their bedroom.
Cleaning the evidence of their lovemaking away and changing for bed didn’t take that long, and within ten minutes, they were snuggled together in their bed.
“In case I forgot to tell you, which I think I did, you looked beautiful tonight,” Walker told her.
“Thanks. I’m glad we finally got to do the whole bent-over-the-couch thing,” she told him honestly. “I was beginning to think you’d treat me like a fragile piece of glass for the rest of our lives.”
She felt Walker shudder, and even though she knew he didn’t like talking about that night, she needed to.
“You’re the strongest person I know, Di. Seriously. But I just…that night…fuck.”
Gillian smoothed a hand over his chest. “I know.”
“No, you don’t. When I