Mr. Big Jerk: A Forbidden Second Chance Romance (Kinda Cocky Series Book 3), стр. 24
Clint and I were down here alone.
Oh, boy.
“All right. Can you tell me what to do next? Did you get that far?” Clint asked.
My eyes fell back to the file. “We’re good to get this thing open. It looks like there’s some sort of… maintenance code? Is that what this says?”
I heard the massive door lurch open. “Yep. I just wanted to see if you caught it. Now, it’s time for us to get to work.”
“The locking mechanism we switch out is on the inside?”
He walked back up to me. “It is, yes.”
I sighed. “Wonderful.”
Walking into the safe felt like I was walking into some sort of cathedral. I mean, my entire apartment could fit into this damn thing and still not fill it up. My eyes cased the walls and the ceiling while I heard Clint working behind me. And even though I knew I needed to be paying attention, I was much too distracted.
“Roxy?”
“Huh?”
“Are you watching?”
I slowly turned to face him. “Sorry, I just didn’t expect this place to be this…”
He smirked. “Big?”
I felt a shiver work it way down my spine. “Yes. Big.”
He motioned with his head. “Come here. Let me show you something.”
I walked up to him. “What is it?”
He chuckled. “You’re going to have to come closer if you’re going to watch me rewire this thing.”
I set the file down onto the floor and slowly walked up to him. I peered over his arms while he worked, and he seemed to be focused. His hands seemed so steady. While I was practically sweating between my thighs because I was so close to him, he didn’t seem the least bit bothered.
That was until he reached across my body for something and brushed his arm against my breasts.
I looked down at our connection as his arm froze. My eyes slid up his arm, up his shoulder, all the way up his neck until our eyes met. I didn’t know what to do. I sure as hell didn’t want to move, but this certainly wasn’t professional. So, I waited for him to move. I waited for him to jerk away and command me to get out of the safe so he could work.
But instead, his eyes grew dark.
“Roxy?”
I swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“I really am sorry about last weekend.”
I felt my hopes deflating. “Oh. It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“You deserved better for your birthday.”
I shrugged. “It’s okay. I’m over it.”
He licked his lips. “You know what I’m not over, though?”
My heart came alive. “What?”
Then, his body turned to me. “You.”
Before my brain kicked into gear, I felt my body fall against his. I felt his arms catch me around my waist as I gripped his suit, practically pulling myself up to his mouth. I needed to taste it. I needed to taste him. And when our lips finally connected, I felt my soul light up.
Oh, fuck, yes.
“Damn it,” he growled.
His hands gripped my ass cheeks before he hoisted me against him. I wrapped my legs around his body, climbing him like a damn tree before they locked around his waist. I felt my back fall against the cold, unforgiving safe wall. And as our tongues dueled for dominance, I felt his hand shoving my dress up my legs.
“Clint. I need--.”
He sucked on my lower lip, pulling a guttural groan from my gut.
“I know exactly what you need,” he grunted.
I heard his belt buckle falling to the floor before my panties slid off to the side. I was already dripping wet as his lips fell down to my neck, kissing and sucking and nibbling. His teeth raked against my pulse point. I threaded my fingers through his hair. I felt his throbbing cock falling between my pussy lips, and my eyes bulged at his girth.
“What the fuck?” I breathed.
He kissed my shoulder. “Trust me. I’ll make it fit.”
The sentence terrified me, yet filled me with passion. I pulled back, gazing into his carnal stare as he pulled his hips back. I felt his tip catch at my entrance, and I braced myself, ready to be spread as if I were still a virgin.
And when he pushed into me, my head fell back against the wall.
“Holy fucking Christ,” I groaned.
He hissed. “Shit, you’re tight.”
My eyes bulged. “Oh, right there. Oh, God, yes.”
“Not done yet.”
I panted. “Fucking hell, how big are you?”
He chuckled. “Big enough.”
With every inch that sank into me, I clung tighter to him. Now, I understood the rumors. Now, I understood why the women of the office called him ‘Big Stuff,’ or ‘Big Guy,’ or ‘The Big Head Honcho.’
I didn’t think he’d ever stop filling my pussy.
Until our hips finally bottomed out together.
“Holy shit,” I panted.
He captured my lips. “You’re so wet for me.”
My forehead fell against his. “I’ve been like this for days.”
Then, his lips moved to my ear. “Happy birthday, Roxy.”
He pulled his hips back, snapping them against my own. And as my walls fluttered around him, I clung to his suit. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, feeling my clit pulsing for attention and feeling my body surging with electricity and feeling my heart in a state of shock as this perfect man filled me to the brim. I rolled my hips against his. I slid my hand between our bodies. I slipped my soft fingers between my lower lips, finding that swollen little nub that ached for attention.
But, before I could really get myself going, Clint ripped my hand away.
He pinned my wrists above my head.
“Clint, please,” I whimpered.
His hand fell between my legs. “Only I will give you what you what. Understood?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. Yes, I get it. I get it. Please, just--.”
He stroked my clit. “Yes?”
I moaned. “Oh, fuck. Just like that.”
I lost myself in him.