Page 113 of Pick Six

“Spread these gorgeous thighs wider for me. Then I want to hear you say it again,” he withdraws his fingers and grabs one of my legs as he slides his cock between them.

“I need you.”

A moment later and he’s inside me, a curse leaving his lips, filling me perfectly as he always does.

“That’s my girl. So… fucking… beautiful,” he mutters as he leans down to kiss me again.

He fucks me slow and sweet, taking his time while he watches me until I can’t take any more of the languid-paced torture and beg him for all of it. All of him. He fucks me faster then, a sheen of sweat breaking out across his chest because even though it’s spring, it’s warm out today and there’s only the windows to cool the room. I trace through it with my fingers, following the outlines of his tattoos up his shoulder until I feel the edge of my orgasm start to take, and I curl my fingers into his skin.

“Come for me, Saint. I want the people on the street to hear how good it is.”

It feels like lightning under my skin, spreading warmth through my nerve endings, and I cry out his name.

“Fuck… I love the way you sound,” he groans a moment later as he starts to come. He bends his neck down, pressing his lips to my skin, and I run my fingers up the line of his spine into his hair, until he slows and pulls away from me. He kisses my shoulder as he lays next to me.

“I love you so fucking much. I hate that it took so long for us to get here, but I can’t wait to see you in that dress.”

“I love you too. And I can’t wait to see the suit you’re going to wear on the floor.” I give him a hike of my eyebrow before I smirk at him.

“Just using me for the sex. I fucking knew it.” He grins.

“It’s true.” I sit back on my knees and then move to straddle his waist before I bend down to kiss him again. “Which is why we need to order room service so I can have you fed and ready for another round.”

He grins harder and shakes his head, grabbing my hips and then dragging his fingers down my thighs.

“Go get dressed, and I’ll order something.” He gives me a playful slap on the ass, and I give him a look of pretend shock before I kiss him one last time.

As I stand, I look back at him and grin.

“What?” His brow furrows as he sits up.

“You. You make it all worth it.”

“Yeah. You’re my reason too, Saint.”

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