Page 37 of Nailed

“That work for you?” I asked.

“Maybe,” she mumbled, but she wasn't good at hiding the truth. She rubbed her thighs together the way she did whenever she was really turned on and desperate for something inside of her. And I was going to deliver.

I used my foot to kick her feet apart and grabbed her hips. I slipped my cock between her thighs and felt her tremble. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” she said, pushing back against me. “Come on, Rafe.”

I chuckled low in my throat, then slipped inside. Lauren moaned out loud, her head flopping forward as she tried to find purchase against the wall. I moved with her, my lips pressed against the back of her neck as my body leaned over hers.

Fuck, she felt good. Better than good, too good.

Every thrust brought me deeper inside her body until I bottomed out, the sound of our wet bodies slapping together obscene in the otherwise quiet of the shower. I was so fucking grateful this gym had private lockable shower stalls. That membership had been worth it.

Lauren was breathing heavily between her moans, rocking her hips back into mine and meeting me thrust for thrust. I wrapped a hand around her throat and she covered it with her own.

“So good,” I groaned, pressing my forehead against her shoulder. I felt her squeeze around me and nearly came on the spot. I used my free hand to slap her ass cheek again and popped my tongue when she cried out.

“You're cheating,” I said.

“Is that how you cope when you can't handle it?” she mocked.

I was looking down, hissing at the sight of my cock going in and out of her pussy. And then I had an idea. She liked to talk. I was going to see how long she could keep that up.

I changed my angle and began regulating my rhythm when her breathing changed. That was it. Right there.

I let my thumb drift down to the cleft between her ass cheeks, right above where my cock was making her lose the power to form syllables. I ran my thumb gently over her asshole and she clenched down so hard on my dick that I choked on a groan.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, going still to look back at me.

“You don't like it?” I asked. “I won't do it again if you don't. I'm sorry.”

Conflict warred on her face. She thought about it for a moment.

“I've never had anyone play with me there before,” she said finally.

It was such a rare show of vulnerability from Lauren that my heart felt like it was constricting.

14

Lauren

“And here I thought you disappeared into the ether,” Clara said in greeting as I opened the front door. I shook my head, giving her a quick hug.

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been a bit distracted lately,” I said honestly.

She gave me a sympathetic frown. “Of course. With all the permits and protesting bullshit going on, of course you’ve been busy. How are you holding up?”

I shrugged. “I’m doing okay, I guess. As well as I can be.”

She put a hand on my shoulder. “I can tell that you’re panicking.”

“I don’t know how else to handle this,” I confessed. “Please, please tell me you have some good news for me.”

“You’re in luck,” she answered. “You have a guardian angel on your side. And that guardian angel is me, if it wasn’t clear enough. I was able to dig up the MLS history to prove that this building was on the open market for years before you put in your offer. I also turned over the document trail to swat down claims that you weren’t being transparent about your intentions from day one.”

She pulled up her nose. “Anyone else who has an issue is very clearly operating with an agenda. But everything was above board, so they’ll find nothing. You can relax.”

I couldn’t believe that she’d gone through that much effort for me. I knew that her own job would be threatened if there were anything behind these ridiculous rumors and accusations, but still, the fact that she’d done more than simply give a statement or turn in the paperwork had me choking up.