Page 133 of Mile High Ruin

His hand closes around my wrist after several passes. “If you continue, I will come in your hand.”

“That could be fun.”

“Not what I have planned.”

My pulse jumps.

He reaches toward the desk drawer. There are condoms inside.

I look at him. “You keep condoms in your study?”

“I own the house.”

“That’s not an explanation.”

“It’s the only one you’re getting.” He tears one open and rolls it over his cock.

My nerves suddenly return.

Vadim sees them. He steps closer, placing one hand at my hip while the other cups my face. “We stop if you want.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Sloane.”

“I said no.” Then I pull him toward me and kiss him.

That seems to settle it.

He positions himself between my legs. The blunt head of his cock presses against my entrance. I feel the size of him properly now. My thighs tense, and Vadim slows. He kisses me while pushing in, only a little at first, giving my body time to adjust. The stretch burns pleasantly, and I breathe against his mouth.

“Jesus.”

He stops. “Too much?”

“No.”

He pushes deeper. My fingers dig into his shoulders.

He’s careful until he’s fully inside me, then he remains still for several seconds with his forehead against mine, both of us breathing harder than we should be considering he has barely moved. I feel completely full. His cock throbs inside me.

He pulls almost completely out. Then drives back in.

My mouth falls open.

“That’s better.”

“You—”

He does it again, and the words disappear.

He starts slowly, one hand supporting my back while his hips move between my thighs, each thrust deep enough that I feel him everywhere. I wrap my legs tighter around him. His mouth finds my breast again. He sucks my nipple while fucking me, and the combination destroys whatever control I had recovered after the first orgasm.

I moan his name.

His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit.

“Oh, fuck.”