Page 58 of Babies for the Big Shot

I slide him deeper, savoring the weight and heat of him, my pulse racing as he groans, low, dark, rough.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Take me. Just like that…”

I hollow my cheeks, working him with my mouth, my tongue, loving the way his body shudders. The way he braces his hand against the wall as if he might fall apart.

Power hums through me.

I’ve undone Nick Ashford. In a coatroom. At a gala.

And he’s loving every second.

“Fuck… you’re perfect,” he growls, voice raw, wrecked. “So fucking perfect…”

I pull back slowly, letting him slip free with a soft wet sound, looking up at him, my lips swollen, my breath unsteady.

His stare could burn me alive.

His mouth crashes against mine as he drags me to my feet. My legs are shaky, my lips wet from him, my heart pounding so hard I feel drunk on it.

Nick spins me, pressing my back to the wall, his big body pinning me in place. His hand cups my throat, just enough to remind me who’s in charge, as his other hand slides up my thigh, dragging the dress higher, baring me.

“No more teasing,” he mutters, voice dark and rough against my ear. “I need to fuck you, Sara. Right now.”

I gasp, breathless. “Nick, we can’t… someone could come…”

“Let them.” His lips curl in a wicked smile as he nips at my jaw. “Let them see who you belong to. Let them hear you fall apart for me.”

Oh god.

I should say no. I should. But my body arches into him, desperate, reckless. I want this. I want him.

His fingers hook in the delicate lace of my panties. The soft fabric gives way with a sharp rip that echoes in the small room.

The foil crinkles as he tears the condom wrapper open with his teeth, his dark eyes never leaving mine. I bite my lip, heat flooding my cheeks, and lower, at the sheer, sinful care he takes sliding it on over his thick length.

Slow. Controlled. Even this moment is his.

One hard thrust… and he fills me.

I gasp, biting back a moan that threatens to echo down the hallway.

“Quiet, baby,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth along my ear. “Be good. Besilent. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, helpless, eyes fluttering shut as he pulls back and drives into me again, deeply, perfectly.

The sound of his hips slamming into mine is obscene in the quiet of the coatroom. Each stroke pushes me harder into thewall, my dress bunched around my waist, his hand clamped over my mouth to smother the little cries I can’t hold back.

“Feel how tight you are,” he mutters, teeth scraping my neck. “Like you were waiting for this. Needing it.” His free hand grips my hip, holding me open for him, using me.

I moan against his palm, my body burning, clenching around him as heat coils low in my belly… dangerous and fast.

“That’s it,” he growls. “Come for me, sweetheart. Right here. Right now. Let go.”

His hand slips between us, fingers finding my clit, circling mercilessly as he fucks me into the wall, deeper, harder, until my body snaps.

The orgasm hits like a fire bomb tearing through me, and I sob against his hand, shuddering, breaking, falling apart while he keeps driving into me, his own control slipping.

“Fuck… Sara…” he groans, jerking, losing rhythm as he buries himself deep one last time and shatters, pulsing hot and hard inside me.