Page 320 of Manhattan Bossholes

My head was fuzzy. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled as his fingers grazed my clit. I squeezed his biceps, losing my train of thought for a second. The world narrowed to the pleasure building between my legs. We hadn’t even made it to the bed yet, and here I was, practically hanging off him as my legs started to shake.

“That’s it,” he said, wrapping his other arm around my back as I moved against his fingers. “Let me give you what you need.”

“Trent,” I gasped, practically tripping over his name. “Oh…oh God. Yes…fuck.”

He ran circles around my clit and the pleasure erupted, spiraling through me so hard and fast I would have ended up in a puddle on the floor if not for him holding me upright.

“Good?” he asked as I trembled in his arms.

I giggled against his lips, cradling his jaw, feeling the prickle of his stubble against my palms. “You have to ask?”

He kissed the tip of my nose, then growled, “Please tell me you’ve got a condom handy. I need to be inside you. Now.”

I moaned into the next kiss. I wanted that, too, the throbbing between my legs not quite sated despite the bliss of the orgasm still coursing through me. I wanted him in every way I could get him. “Drawer,” I said, pointing him to the bedside table as I shrugged out of the rest of my clothing.

Trent kicked his pants off and retrieved a condom. He turned to me as I reclined on the bed, giving him a view of my glistening heat, and in turn he gave me a little show, holding his length in his hand as he slowly stretched the condom over himself.

My mouth went dry.

I wanted to be filled by him. I gave a breathy little sigh as Trent stalked toward me like a predator about to pounce on all-too-willing prey. His dark eyes took me in, making goose bumps erupt over my skin.

I ran my hands over my skin, letting my eyes flutter closed as he drew nearer. I felt the bed dip as he joined me, crawling on top of me and pinning me to the mattress. A wave of desire rolled through me, sending pin-pricks of pleasure shooting across my body as he dragged his lips over my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it, and I started to reach down to touch myself—but he grabbed my hand, stopping my ministrations. I whined as he pinned my wrists above my head.

“That’s my job,” he said. “Now and for forever.”

My heart lobbed against my ribs so hard I thought he might be able to see it. The pulsing between my legs responded in earnest as Trent shifted to mouth at my breasts, his tongue lapping at my nipples until they stood like twin peaks. He nipped at one and the jolt shot straight to my clit.

“Trent,” I groaned.

“Yes, Hellcat?”

“I want you inside me.” I didn’t want more games. After all these weeks apart, I wanted to be fucked. Thoroughly. By the man I loved.

He shifted again, sliding one finger into me. It wasn’t nearly enough, yet it felt too good for me to put up much of a fight as my hips rolled, my muscles clenching to hold him there. Trent pulled out and thrusted back in, adding a second finger, coordinating his thrusts with my movements.

“Make noise for me,” he demanded, pressing his lips to my neck where my pulse fluttered. “I like it when my Hellcat yowls.”

He curled his fingers inside me, rubbing against my inner walls, and I almost launched myself off the bed. “Yes,” I cried. “Oh, fuck, yes!”

“There she is,” Trent said, removing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his cock. He paused at my entrance, but I didn’t need time to adjust. I was ready, and I proved it by grinding up against him. He looked into my eyes as he slid home.

My arms wrapped around him, digging into his shoulders as he found his rhythm. I’d missed him like this. Missed the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress. Missed his warmth. Missed his ragged breathing in my ear. And damn had I missed his cock, stretching me just right, making me feel so desired. So claimed.

Trent hooked one hand under my thigh, pulling it over his hip, changing the angle. His other hand braced the back of my neck. He put his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes as he rocked into me, setting my body on fire.

“I want you,” he whispered against my skin. “I never want anyone but you, ever again.”

I pressed my hand to his cheek. My new engagement ring glittered on my finger.

“I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you too,” I said.

He thrust harder, losing control, and my eyes rolled back in my head, my body reaching for pleasure once more.

He pushed up on his arm, his bicep bulging as he slipped his other hand between us, finding my clit. It didn’t take more than a few perfect swipes before I fell over that ledge again, free-falling into my second orgasm. “Yes!” I cried. “Yes.”

“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as I shuddered against him, white-hot bliss rushing through me, bleeding down from my head right to my toes. Trent came right after with a grunt, his hips rolling to milk every last second of his orgasm. He pulled away only long enough to dispose of the condom, and then he wrapped himself around me again.