I halt her words with a deep kiss. When I pull back, I stare into her piercing blue eyes. “I’ve always thought you were the most beautiful woman on this earth.”
Her bottom lip trembles. “I want you.”
I want to hold her, protect her, and shield her from everything wrong in this world.
Her gaze darts to the box of condoms on my nightstand. “Now, Dylan.”
I steal one last look at her face before I move to stand.
Sheathing my cock with a shaking hand, I draw in enough air to fill my lungs even though I still feel like I can’t catch my breath.
I crawl over her slowly, savoring the anticipation, soaking in her beauty.
Once I’m on top, I glide the tip of my dick over her core. “You’re slick. So wet.”
Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip. “Kiss me.”
I do. I press my mouth to hers just as I slide my cock into her tight cunt.
I fuck her slowly and gently until she begs for more. Then I flip her over and take her the way she wants with long, powerful thrusts.
Chapter 22
Dylan
“Mr. Colt? Sir?”
There’s no way in hell that this is happening again.
My hand runs over the sheet beside me. I come up empty.
“Dammit,” I mutter. “Where’s Eden?”
“Eden?” Gunner’s voice ticks up an octave. “Are you talking about Eden Conrad?”
I force one of my eyes open. Sunlight is pouring in the room. My assistant is dressed in his usual garb even though today is Saturday.
Wait a goddamn minute. It’s Saturday.
“Why are you here?” I wave a hand in his general direction. “Shouldn’t you be at home annoying the hell out of someone else?”
“Is Eden Conrad your girlfriend?” he presses on. “She’s representing Mr. Alcester. She called the office to leave a message. I never forget a name, especially one as nice as Eden.”
I manage to open both eyes. “Go home.”
“We had plans this morning, sir.” His tone edges on frustration. “It’s important.”
It can’t be as important as Eden.
I ate her to another orgasm last night a
fter we fucked. I couldn’t resist.
She fell asleep in my arms afterward. I thought it was a guarantee that she’d be here this morning since her clothes are still at the dry cleaners.
I had visions of breakfast in bed, sex in the shower, and then I’d run to grab her shirt and skirt sometime this afternoon.
I scrub my hand over my face. “What plans?”