Page 74 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Siena’s throat bobbed with her hard swallow. “Something about you, John.”

“That what it is?”

“Something,” she echoed again.

He was more than happy to get her making more of those sounds. Nothing made him harder, or got him fucking hotter. Pulling back, he kissed her once hard.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“Promise I won’t.”

Siena stayed like a sexy little statue on the counter while John dug through the junk drawer on the other side of the island. Anything he had extra of, he just shoved it in there. Soon enough, he found what he needed.

A condom.

By the time he was back between the heaven of Siena’s thighs, she seemed to have decided to take the lead. Her deft hands snuck beneath his sleep pants, and found his cock. The way her palm circled him, and stroked him even more awake was damn addicting. He handed over the foil packet when she reached for it.

Pants shoved down around his hips, and latex rolled onto his length, John figured he had waited long enough. He yanked Siena to the very edge of the counter when he first heard the phone ringing upstairs.

His cell phone.

The familiar tune—one he used for the boss—echoed in the back of his mind.

John ignored the call, and kissed Siena instead. The heat of her mouth tempted him while the wet slit of her cunt teased him. She rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy, and rocked her hips back and forth at the same time.

The phone call stopped ringing upstairs damn near to the second John flexed his hips forward. He found himself buried nine inches deep into Siena, and instantly without air. It all rushed from his lungs with the wave of relief that slid down his spine.

A heat like no other filled him.

A satisfaction like he’d never known slipped through him.

A want he had never known thundered inside him.

Her soft voice in his ear, and her fingernails dragging down his back urged him on. Every please, and there, God, there mixed in with her high and breathless cries. The prettiest music he had ever heard.

The phone started ringing again.

John was lost in something far better.

His fingertips dug into Siena’s ass as he pulled her into every one of his thrusts. He could feel the tremor working its way through her legs when she tightened them around his hips. Her pussy squeezed him tight, and sucked him deeper.

It was in her eyes, though—a high, crazed look stared back at him.

He knew that stare.

It looked far better on her than it did on him.

Especially like this.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathed.

John bit her jaw. “It’s John, actually.”

Siena’s breathless laughter was interrupted by the clenching of her muscles. Her orgasm came on quick, and left her raking lines down his naked back.

John wasn’t even close to being done.

“This better be fucking good,” John grumbled when he walked in his uncle’s office.