Page 147 of Empire State Enemies

I wait until I feel her relax before slowly pumping into that gorgeous pussy from behind. Each thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through my body as her cheeks smack against my thighs in perfect rhythm. I can’t get enough of this view—her ass bouncing with every hard pump of my cock.

Our bodies collide, filling the room with the sounds of our lustful moans and skin slapping together. I can’t fucking hold on any longer.

I fuck her relentlessly, losing myself in pure bliss as sensations run up and down my cock. Her pussy has quickly become my favorite place in the world.

I grip her hips firmly, holding her in place as I continue to thrust harder and faster. She shivers at the sensation of my thumb moving in circles on her asshole.

I thrust harder and deeper until I can’t take it anymore. With one final groan, I let go and explode inside her, filling her with every drop of pent-up pleasure.

And damn, does it feel incredible.

???

“Connor . . .”

With a nudge that feels like a gentle accusation, my eyes snap open to find Lexi hovering over me.

“You’ve been out cold for an hour, are you planning to go home?”

Damn, I actually dozed off. That wasn’t on the agenda. I glance at my watch—eleven p.m. I was supposed to be long gone by now.

“Mmmph,” I grunt, brain still groggy from sleep.

Lexi shifts awkwardly. “I mean . . . you’re welcome to crash here, I guess. Doubt my bed beats your luxe one though.”

No fucking shit. The bed is more fitting for a dollhouse than a grown man. I think about the early session with my personal trainer tomorrow, a good ten miles from this very spot. Any sane man would’ve bolted by now, racing back to the sanctity of his Hästens Grand Vividus, a Swedish masterpiece of comfort that set me back two-hundred thousand but proves its worth every single night.

And then, out of nowhere, I hear myself saying, “It’s comfy enough. I’ll stay.” We’re both a little taken aback by that.

I lock eyes with her. “That work for you?”

“Sure.” Her nonchalant shrug fools neither of us. I glimpse the shy flicker of excitement she swiftly smothers.

My back will hate me in the morning. Yet here I am, contemplating the night on what’s essentially a glorified yoga mat.

I swore I’d keep things casual, and waking up in her home with her little sister in the next room is anything but fucking casual.

But dammit, I don’t want to leave. Despite the imminent chiropractic appointment, the lure of staying tangled up in sheets that smell distinctly of her, with her body pressed up against mine, has a pull I can’t shake off.

I glare up at the mold inching its way across the walls as Lexi curls into me. It pisses me off, her living in this dump. Her stubbornness about accepting help is admirable, sure, but damn if it doesn’t make me crazy.

She burrows into my chest all sweet and innocent, even as her snores rev up to lawn mower levels.

Watching her, this tidal wave of protectiveness hits me out of nowhere. Every caveman instinct just roared to life.

I want her sleeping like a pampered princess on Egyptian cotton.

I want to see her genuinely beam with happiness.

To see her smile turned up to full wattage, in a way I suspect has been rare lately.

There’s one thing I can do, since she won’t take my help. A conversation we had lingers in my mind.

I’m toying with an idea. Something that might just knock her off her feet. And it’ll kill two birds with one stone—it’ll get Killian off my back for a while.

I want to give her that unforgettable date, that perfect moment. It’s the least I can do. Lexi deserves that and more.

Maybe the only real thing I can offer her, even if it’s all she ever gets from me.