Page 54 of Wicked Fortune

“Matthew,” I murmur, but I’m not even sure that I spoke aloud. I’m lost in a sensual haze, my body on the verge of exploding, the atoms spinning out of control.

I feel that distinctive pressure building inside me, and his soft orders for me to come with him. To go over. To explode. And I’m close—so very close. My clit rubs against his skin and the dark hairs that trace a line from his torso to his cock. And his cock is working its own magic, the thrusts teasing all the sensitive spots hidden inside me.

But it’s the brush of his fingertip over my ass that finally sends me over. That unexpected, naughty, erotic touch that pushes me over the edge and has my core clenching tight around him as I arch back and gasp with wild pleasure even as he cries out, too, his orgasm melding with mine as we lose control together.

I’m breathing hard, my mind spinning as if I lost time simply from the force of that explosion. I’m limp. Sated. But when I lean back and meet his eyes, I see that his are still full of fire and need. And though his cock’s not quite hard again, it’s definitely working toward that goal.

“You’re insatiable,” I say.

“How about you?” There’s a tease in his voice. “Think you can keep up with me?”

I feel that delicious tug in my pussy and grin. “I think I can give you a run for your money.”

He makes a show of looking me up and down. “I do love a woman who can keep up.”

“And I love a man with stamina.”

He winks at me, then tugs his jeans—now down around his ankles—all the way off. He’s essentially naked, the ripped open shirt his only garment.

He stands, then holds out his hand to me, his body so sculpted and perfect that I have to take a moment simply to soak it in.

“Come on,” he urges, and I slide my hand into his without thinking.

“Where?”

“Bedroom,” he says. “I want to fuck you properly.”

“Oh.” Since that sounds like a perfectly lovely idea, I follow him around the curve of the house to the double doors that lead to a massive bedroom overlooking the canyon, the trees of which are glowing in the light of a huge full moon.

“Beautiful,” I say.

“Very,” he says, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about me.

My skin heats in a blush, ridiculous considering what we just did, but there’s something about the look in his eye that makes me shy. A need. A longing. And it’s me that’s the source of that look.

It’s humbling.

And it’s a little wonderful, too.

He crooks a finger, and I go to him. I’m naked. Vulnerable. And he slowly looks me up and down. “You’re perfect,” he says.

I shake my head. “I’m really not.”

His fingertips stroke my cheek. “I’m your boss. Don’t argue with me.”

I laugh. “I’m pretty sure that since you’re my boss we’re not supposed to be doing this.”

He lifts a brow. “Feeling harassed?”

“Very much the opposite,” I tell him, and we share another grin.

“How about now?” he asks as he scoops me up and tosses me on the bed.

I gasp, then laugh. “Yeah, now maybe a little.”

He climbs onto the bed, then straddles me, pinning me down as I lay on my back. “As a dutiful boss, I guess I need to make up for that by treating you very, very well.”

His voice has lost the playful tone, replaced by something dark and needy.