Page 139 of Falling Offsides

When we’re in the elevator, his hands are all over the back of my thighs, my ass. He’s biting and sucking at my butt cheeks the same wayhe did to my thighs earlier. Only this time it hurts. So. Fucking. Good. And I moan, loud and broken into the crackling air.

Each time I moan, he spanks my ass. Harder with every swat.

I’ve never been so wet in my life.

The fire he left me burning with erupts into an all out inferno as I squirm and pant and beg for more. Without any pause or hesitation, he takes me directly to his place when we get to our floor.

His door opens. We get inside. And then he’s got me pressed up against the wall. Mouth devouring mine.

His hands are everywhere at once, rough and possessive as they grip my thighs, my waist, my hair. I'm helpless against the storm of him, my body responding like it was made for his touch alone.

Then he’s pulling away. Leaving me cold and bereft as he crouches down and picks Samson up.

“Stay,” he commands as he disappears through the living area towards the bedrooms.

I don’t move. Not one bit. Not even when he returns to my line of sight, standing at the end of the hallway, shirt unbuttoned, hanging open.

“Do you remember what you told me earlier?” he taunts, removing his cufflinks and placing them on the sideboard next to him.

I know what he’s going to say before he orders it. And as he ambles backwards, deeper into the living area, adding more distance between us, my heart is threatening to hammer out of my chest.

“So… go on, Court. Get on your knees and crawl.”

TWENTY-SEVEN

COURTNEY

“On your knees.”Auguste’s voice is deep. Laced with heat and heavy with command. Andfuck me, I obey before I even think about it.

Kneeling on the hardwood floor, heart in my throat as a different kind of awareness seeps into my bones—I like this. The push and pull of following his command. Of being under his control. More than that, I can’t get enough of the frenetic energy coiled between us when I lift my stare and find him watching me. Perched on the back of his couch. Legs spread wide as he leans forward, licking his lips up into a devious grin. Goading.

Auguste makes everything into a game. A dare. And I’m too stubborn not to play.

“Good girl,” he rasps, knitting his fingers together and cracking all his knuckles all at once. “Now crawl, Snow. Prove how fucking desperate you are for me. How bad do you want my cock?”

Too damn bad, as I crawl across the hardwood floor to him. I’m shaking so much that my elbows threaten to give with each move. At least my wind blasted hair has the decency to drop in front of my face. Cloaking some of my eagerness to get fucked by him.

I’ve never felt this way before. Never wanted a man to own me the way I need him to. Somewhere in the back of my mind all the alarm bells are popping off.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!

I should know better. Except better right nowishim.

Coming to a stop between his feet, I focus on the punchy rhythm of my heart. Allowing it to ground me.

“Goddamn,” Auguste rumbles.

His thick fingers tunnel into my hair with a hard tug, canting my face up to his. Green eyes swirl dark, possessive.

“Look at you, Princess. On your hands and knees for me. Like you were made for it.”

“Or maybe I just like the view from down here…” I chuff back, raking my eyes down his bare torso, all the way down to his bulging crotch.

My mouth snaps shut with a sudden jerk as he comes down on me—hauling me up by the throat and devouring me in a kiss that steals the air from my lungs. His mouth is brutal. Starving. He kisses likehewants to crawl inside me and ruin me from the inside out.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m trembling, gasping, panting into his mouth.

“Fair warning,” Auguste murmurs, thumb stroking my cheek like he didn’t just manhandle me into another dimension. “Act like a brat and I’ll handle you like one.”