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Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. He sank a finger inside her, then another, pumping oh so slowly in and out of her.
“I know I only fucked you a few hours ago, but I need you again. Tell me we have time before you have to go to work.”
She gasped when he started circling her clit, rubbing the tiny bundle of nerves over and over again. “I have a couple of hours before I need to be there,” she managed to say, her head kicking back against the wall as Beau drew the first orgasm from her. To her immense frustration, he abruptly stopped the friction just as she was about to come.
“They say denial of orgasm makes the next one more intense.”
She was about to chew him out for being a dick when the elevator car glided to a stop, the doors opening to reveal her floor. Clearing her throat, and making sure her clothes weren’t too messed up, she stepped out and walked to her front door. She could feel his intense gaze on her back, and she took her time sliding the key into the lock. He pressed his hips into her ass so she could feel how hard he was.
She wiggled a little, then said with a smirk, “Orgasm denial makes the next one more intense.”
He growled, pushing her hands out of the way so he could unlock the door. He dragged her inside with him, shoving the door closed with his foot. His eyes were feral as he looked at her.
“Shorts and panties,” he said in a low voice. “Lose them both.”
Shimmying out of her clothes, she stared at him boldly. He practically charged at her, scooping her up into his arms and taking her into the kitchen. The granite counter was cold under her ass, and the contrast between the sky-rocketing temperature in her kitchen and that was a welcome one. Beau slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, his fingers barely brushing against where she wanted him to touch.
“You’re killing me, Beau,” she said, meaning every word. In just a few days, he’d steamrolled his way back into her life and shaken it so violently that she wasn’t sure which way was up anymore.
“Good. You’ve been driving me crazy for the past four years.”
He placed a kiss on her neck.
“You’ve been slowly killing me with memories of doing this.”
He pressed his lips to her mouth.
“I can’t lose you again.” As he spoke, he ran his fingers through her slick folds, making her throw her head back. “Tell me I have you.”
“You have me,” she whimpered. “You have me. Just fuck me.”
“Fuck me,what?”
Hissing, she said, “Please.” The word was forced from her lips, but she was rewarded for her obedience when he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down his legs. A sound—something caught between a moan and a sigh—bubbled up from her throat when Beau wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and ran his hand up and down the hard shaft.
“Like that, do you?”
She nodded, her words leaving her momentarily. Stepping forward, she watched him enter her, fill her, make her feel fucking euphoric.
“Eyes on me,” he said, jerking his hips back until just the head of his cock was still inside her. “Eyes on me.”
She looked up to find his intense stare on her face. His eyes... she could get lost looking in his eyes. Never breaking eye contact, he started to move faster and faster, his hips pistoning into her.
Bang, bang, bang!
“What the fuck was that?” Beau asked with sweat beading on his brow.
“My neighbor,” she replied breathlessly. Then more loudly, she called, “Sorry, Mrs. Crocker.”
He frowned at her for a moment before he threw his head back and laughed. Evangeline joined him, both of them falling into fits of laughter. Beau picked her up and took her into the bedroom.
“Will she hear us in here?” She shook her head. “Good.”
With her ass on the edge of the bed and her legs being supported on Beau’s broad shoulders, he began to fuck her again. The headboard slammed back into the wall with every thrust, but somehow Evangeline didn’t bother telling Beau to ease off. Her neighbor would be able to hear that from her bedroom, but somehow, she couldn’t summon the ability to care. He was claiming her and she was letting him.
Reaching down, she started to rub her clit, expecting Beau to tell her to stop. When she looked up at him though, his eyes were fixed on her fingers and his pace picked up. Spurred on by this, she rubbed a little faster, feeling herself creeping closer and closer to the edge. The orgasm caught her by surprise, sending her whole body rigid as the sensations washed over her.
“Fuck, Vee,” Beau growled, his fingers tightening on her thighs where he anchored her to his shoulders. She came again when she felt him spill inside her, both of them chasing one another’s pleasure in an unbroken loop. Beau’s head was bowed, his sharp exhales feathering across the skin of her legs.
