Fall Into You (Morally Gray, #2)(54)

I put my mouth next to her ear and speak through gritted teeth. “You’re gonna be quiet, baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and take my dick right here in this stairwell, and when you come, you’re not gonna make a fucking sound. Understood?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“Belt.”

She fumbles trying to unclasp my belt because my hand is still between her legs, and I’m finger fucking her, and she loves it.

“Zipper.”

She undoes the button on my fly and pulls the zipper down.

“Cock.”

She slides her hand into my briefs and pulls out my stiff shaft, squeezing it at the base. Her hand feels so good around me, I have to stifle a groan.

“Now slide your leg up and open your mouth.”

She does as she’s told, sliding her bent leg up to my waist. I pull my fingers out of her cunt and push them into her mouth. She automatically starts to suck, her lids fluttering closed.

Goddess. She’s a fucking goddess. How did I ever think I could resist?

When she’s cleaned the wetness off my fingers, I order, “Now get that cock inside you.”

Trembling, she guides me as I press my hips forward. The moment slick heat envelopes the head of my dick, I grab her hips and thrust.

She gasps and arches back. Her body presses against mine. She doesn’t cry out, but she sinks her nails into the muscles of my back and shudders.

I slide my hands under her ass and bite her throat as I thrust again, driving deeper inside her soaked pussy. She’s tight, hot velvet, and I can’t get enough.

She says my name so softly, but the pleasure in her voice has a profound effect. It drives me crazy. I thrust into her over and over, my fingers sunk into her flesh and my heart racing.

When I lean down and bite her hard nipple through her blouse and bra, she stiffens. Her pussy contracts around my cock.

She likes that.

I bite down harder.

She orgasms with a full-body jerk, then begins rocking her hips frantically as her cunt convulses around me. I hold her weight as she sags against the wall. She whispers my name again, and it’s my undoing.

I empty myself inside her, giving her everything I shouldn’t, including my black heart and my wasted soul.





Shay





Still sunk deep inside me, Cole kisses my neck, then speaks in a voice so deep and raspy, it sounds like he’s swallowed gravel.

“Good girl.”

Panting, delirious, and still convulsing in pleasure, I cling to him as he kisses my jaw.

I’m not even really holding myself up. I’m balanced on one tiptoe, but Cole’s supporting almost all my weight in his hands. It’s a good thing, too, because I’m dizzy and shaking, my legs newborn-colt weak.

He takes my mouth. The kiss is deep and passionate, but not as rough as when he first burst through the stairwell door. He’s breathing as hard as I am.

When I open my eyes, his are already open. The look of adoration in them makes me weak all over again.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers raggedly. “I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are, baby. You’re a fucking work of art.”

He presses his lips to mine in a sweet, soft kiss that’s somehow even more breathtaking than his passionate ones.

I’m not sure I could speak even if I wanted to. So I remain silent as he gently withdraws from my body, steadying me when I wobble. I stay quiet as he fixes his clothing, pulling up his zipper and clasping his belt. He squats down to retrieve my panties, and I use his shoulders for balance as he pulls them up my legs. He stands, slides them up my hips and into place, and rearranges my skirt, smoothing the wrinkles.

Then he grasps my chin and looks into my eyes.

“Don’t clean up.”

I moisten my lips and shake my head, not understanding his meaning.

“Don’t wipe my cum out. I want you to sit at your desk all day, wet and sticky, thinking about me. Tell me you will.”

What is it about his voice that makes me want to roll over and do tricks for him like some obedient little puppy?

“Yes. I will.”

He smooths my hair, kisses my forehead, then takes my hand and leads me down the stairwell to the twenty-eighth floor. Our footsteps echo off the walls. The fluorescent lights flicker. I’m so disoriented, I feel as if I’m having an out-of-body experience.

When we reach the landing, he turns to me and kisses me again.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. No. I have no idea. What just happened?”

He pulls me into his arms and nuzzles his nose into my hair. “You know what happened.”

“I mean what does it mean? Ten minutes ago, you were insisting I walk away from you.”

He takes my face in his hands and gazes deep into my eyes. “And you should.”

When he doesn’t add anything else, I sigh. “Remember how I told you at the bar that first night that you were the most annoying man I’d ever met?”

His full lips curve upward into a smile. “I remember everything. Now get to work.”

Lowering my voice, I say, “What if someone asks me about Dylan? What do I say?”

“No one will ask about him.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“It’s taken care of.”