Page 42 of More than Fiction (Misty Springs #1)

“I could savor you forever.” His deep voice vibrated my core with every syllable.

He slid his fingers inside me, immediately putting glorious pressure where I needed it. He moved like a skilled musician, my body responding like a tightly wound guitar string, vibrating a beautiful melody with each pluck of his experienced hands.

I felt the pressure build inside me, growing more and more tense with each stroke of his tongue, each press of his fingers. My fingers wrapped into his hair, the image I conjured when I first saw him in the airport playing out in real life—better than my imagination.

So much better.

The tension built until every muscle was taut. I forgot my name. I forgot why this was against the rules. I forgot where I was. I forgot everything that wasn’t the unrelenting pleasure that Corbin gave me.

Then, release hit me like a tidal wave.

Lights burst behind my eyelids, and I moaned in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Corbin rode the waves with me, ensuring he hung on until the very last one dissipated onto the shore.

After a few breathy moments, he looked up at me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His tongue traced his lips with a satisfied slowness, savoring the lingering taste as a sinful smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said as his hands moved to the waistline of his pants.

Those words from his masterful lips sent a clench-worthy shiver through my body. My muscles were blissfully languid, but I was primed and ready for more.

I watched him undress, his muscled physique highlighted by the vivid hues of the sunlight beaming through the windows .

My imagination could finally take a breather, no longer trying to paint his muscles with my mind. My eyes trailed lower, my breath catching as I watched him roll a condom over the swell of his hardened cock.

I smirked, considering how what Corbin carried around definitely contributed to his cocky attitude—pun very much intended.

His hand fisted the base as he looked at me with a heated intensity, filled with wicked promises.

My body was aching for him, legs open, body dripping, I was practically pulsing in anticipation to feel him inside me.

He kissed up my body, lingering on my throbbing clit and moving higher, swirling around my sensitive nipples. His mouth skimmed along my shoulder before landing on a sensitive patch below my ear.

He lined himself up with my entrance, my body tense with anticipation. My fingers pulled at his hips. The need for him to fill me was dire.

“So greedy, Sophia.” His warm breath whispered in my ear as he kissed the column of my throat. His lips moved to mine, his tongue tangling with mine as I tasted my arousal along with the flavor that was so inexplicably his.

He finally answered my silent pleas and buried himself inside of me, filling me inch by inch with the length of him.

My breath shot out, and a moan slipped from my lips as my body adjusted to the stretch of him inside me, thick and unrelenting.

“Fuck,” he breathed into my mouth.

He pushed himself up, his eyes looking worried, like they were searching my face for something—looking for pain, hesitation, or regret.

But I only felt the need to feel more—I needed more.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

His mouth pulled in a sly grin as he slowly pulled out before pushing inside of me again—his eyes studying me with each slow churn of his hips.

The fullness had me clinging to him, my entire body coming alive around him. My breath loosened, and my core tightened as the thrust of his hips came harder and faster .

His lips crashed into mine again, this time more wild—hungry. He lowered his hard body onto mine, pinning me to the bed as he continued to drive inside of me.

I felt him everywhere, his lips sweet and devouring, his skin hot and smooth, his cock rigid and penetrating.

He lifted himself once more, moving to his knees. My body chilled as the air in the room merged with the lingering sweat on my skin.

He looked down at my glistening form, lifting my ass slightly, continuing to drive inside of me, the angle hitting a new spot deep inside—one that had never been reached before.

My body was wracked with pleasure, the tension building again in my already spent muscles. The buildup broke—white-hot and blinding.

I closed my eyes as another orgasm ripped through me. His name screamed from my lips as he sent me over the edge once more—my body vibrating as my walls pulsed around him.

He lowered his body to mine again, covering me with his warmth.

My muscles shook as my body quaked beneath him, still riding the edge of what I could handle. Each drive trembled through me like a welcome aftershock. I clung to him, utterly undone but still aching for more.

His rhythm slowed and deepened, his groan muffled into my shoulder as I felt the pulsing throb of his release.

We lay in silence for a few moments, breathing shallow breaths, covered in sweat and contented bliss—our bodies still joined together.

The haze of my feral nature lifted as realization set in.

I just had sex with my new boss.

Broke the no-relationship policy before I even started my first day.

And I was already dreaming about doing it again.