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“What? Why?”

“It offends me as a lifelong Cowboys fan. Mrs. Calder should’ve told you that I don’t allow Steelers paraphernalia in my home?—”

“Seriously?” I sputter.

“Seriously. I’ll let you keep the shirt because it looks hella sexy on you. But I’d better not find one of those Terrible Towels?—”

“Can you just get my damn shirt, please?!”

He laughs at my exasperated outburst.

“Fine, fine,” he relents, easing away from me. As he climbs out of bed and grabs his pajama bottoms off the floor, I sit up, clutching the covers to my chest.

“Can you also shut my bedroom door? I don’t want anyone to know where I slept.”

“Slept?” He sends me a rakish glance over his shoulder, tousled locks falling over his forehead. “You think you’ll be getting any sleep tonight, kitten?”

My pulse quickens at his words. Biting my lip, I admire his perfectly round ass as he heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He reemerges wearing his pajama bottoms, his hair even messier than before.

“Be right back,” he says with a wink.

After he leaves, I nestle my face in his pillow with a dreamy smile, enjoying the lingering effects of my orgasms. My pussy aches and I should probably pee, but I’m too lazy to get up. I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight. That’sifhe lets me, which doesn’t seem very likely.

He returns shortly with two glasses of water and my nightshirt slung over his shoulder. Watching him saunter toward me, I feel my tummy flutter with butterflies. He’s the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life. Sexier than any man has a right to be.

He hands me a glass and drains the other in one swallow before licking his lips and meeting my mesmerized stare.

“Drink,” he commands.

I obey, gulping down half the water.

“Good girl.” He takes my glass, sets it on the table next to his and tosses my nightshirt aside. Then he strips off his pants and slides back into bed, pulling me on top to straddle him. With my breasts mashed against his chest, he kisses me slow and deep, skimming his hands down my back to cup the swell of my ass.

By the time he eases his mouth from mine, my thighs are shaking and my whole body aches for him like an addict.

As he stares up at me from under heavy eyelids, I rise over him and rub my pussy along his shaft, wetting him with my juices.

He shudders with pleasure, his jaw tightening. Still gripping my ass cheek with one hand, he takes his cock in the other and pushes into me just the tiniest bit.

My breath catches sharply, need shivering through me. Staring into his hooded eyes, I plant my hands on his chest and slowly circle my hips while sliding down another inch.

“Holy shit.” His voice is a guttural rasp. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

Grinning, I sink all the way down until my ass rests on his thighs.

He groans, his neck arching off the pillow. He’s so freaking big, and I’m so achingly full. It’s almost more than I can take.

“Move,” he orders hoarsely. “Fucking move before I lose it.”

The rawness of his words floods my pussy with heat.

“As you wish, Mr. Ransom.” With that I begin riding his cock, moving slowly up and down, giving him no reprieve until we both explode in screaming orgasms.

Chapter Fourteen

marlowe

Ifucked my boss.Ican’tbelieve I fucked my boss.