Page 141 of Empire State Enemies

My hips instinctively rise at her touch. “Hell fucking yeah.”

“I don’t think it’ll work out logistics-wise.”

“Trust me, it’ll fucking work.”

“But what about protection?” she questions, her eyes searching mine.

“I’m tested, clean. Are you on the pill? Tested?” I ask urgently.

“Yeah,” she breathes out. “I’m trusting you here, Connor.”

“Jesus, Lexi, I wouldn’t lie to you about that. You don’t think I’m trusting you more?”

Her face darkens at my implication, and I kick myself mentally for sounding like an asshole. But it’s not the first time a woman has tried to trap me.

I soften my tone. “Sorry. Didn’t mean it that way. We’re both risking a lot here. Last thing either of us needs is a surprise pregnancy.”

“It’s okay, I understand. And you have nothing to worry about—I donotneed another person to look after right now.”

She hesitates for a moment then kisses me and slowly slides down onto my throbbing shaft.

I groan, my fingers digging into her skin. Fuck. Feels so damn good. I watch her face as she takes me inch by inch until I’m completely buried inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, tossing her head back in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby.” I grip her waist, trying not to be too rough. “Show me how you want it.”

She takes control, forcing my hands to stay on the edge of the bath as she rides me slow and steady.

Her face twists in ecstasy and her tits bounce at my eye line, begging for my mouth. I try to lean forward for a taste, but she’s moving too much for me to get a good grip.

Her moans fill the steamy bathroom, mixing with the sound of our bodies slapping together and water splashing out of the tub.

“Damn, Lexi,” I groan as she bounces on top of me.

More water spills out over the edge. “Shit. My bad,” she pants.

“Forget about it,” I growl. “Just keep fucking going.”

Nothing else matters right now.

She picks up the pace, moving faster and harder.

I try to get my hands on her body, but she keeps them clamped on the bath with impressive strength.

It’s clear that this is all about her pleasure, not mine, and I’ll be damned if it’s not hot as hell. She’s sexy when she takes charge like this.

“Connor, it’s a tsunami in here,” she gasps as water spills onto the floor with each thrust. It sounds like we’re in a damn washing machine. This might be the messiest sex I’ve had in a while. And I can’t get enough of it.

“Don’t care,” I grunt through clenched teeth. “Just keep fucking going.”

All that matters is the intense pleasure coursing through my cock. I couldn’t give two shits if we flooded the entire bathroom and water started pouring out the damn window. There might even be a bar of soap trying to enter my ass.

She rides me harder, faster, like the world is about to end, as the water sloshes around us.

Her head falls back with a loud moan as she quivers all over my cock. I hold her in place and keep thrusting until I’m exploding inside of her.

I come so hard in her that I might never stop. It feels fucking amazing to be bare inside of her.