Page 152 of Take My Name

“Good thing you’re wearin’ a skirt.”

“Yeah…what a coincidence,” I drawl, snickering over my shoulder.

“You’re a naughty girl, Mrs. Langston.” He smacks my bare ass when he realizes I’m wearing a thong.

I shake my hips, impatiently waiting as I watch him lower his jeans and boxer briefs.

He slides up my shirt so my back’s exposed and then holds out his palm in front of me. “Spit.”

I do as he says and then he strokes his cock a few times before sliding inside me. Sighing with relief, I arch into him as he sinks deeper.

Since I’m on birth control and I didn’t want us to have to use condoms, I had STI testing done to be reassured we were safe going bare. It’s always been explosive between us, but it’s even better with nothing between us. When he reaches around to rub my clit piercing, I gasp at the friction.

Wrapping his other fist around my hair, he pounds harder and goes so deep, I nearly fall to my knees.

“Such a perfect, tight cunt. Fuck, I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezin’ me like that.”

I purposely squeeze harder.

A crack on my ass is my reward, and I yelp at the pleasant burn.

“Holy shit…” I try to keep my voice down just in case, but he makes it nearly impossible when he’s so good at finding my sweet spot.

“Come on my cock, baby.” He grunts in between thrusts, trying to control his breathing so he doesn’t finish before me. “I’m so close.”

When he grips my hip, I slide my hand between my thighs and continue circling my clit.

“I’m right there. Don’t stop,” I beg.

One more thrust and I’m done for.

I moan into my palm, trying to hold back, and then he grunts, spilling inside me.

“Christ,” he huffs out a laugh when he starts sliding out. “You’re a mess.”

“You wrecked me.” I collapse against the saddle.

“Don’t move,” he demands before shoving two fingers back in. “Gonna make you walk outta here still filled with my cum.”

“Warren,” I whisper-hiss over my shoulder. “The fabric barely covers anythin’. It’s not gonna stay inside.”

“Shoulda thought about that before comin’ in here to tempt me.”

When he’s satisfied with his handiwork, he puts my thong back in place, lowers my shirt, and turns me around to face him.

“There.” He winks, tilting my chin to press his lips to mine. “Now you’ll have no choice but to think about me the rest of the afternoon.”

chapter twenty-nine

Warren

Going homefor lunch to eat with Maisie is my favorite part of my workday.

Even after two months of her officially moving in, I never get tired of seeing the evidence of her in our house. Her books stacked in random areas, laptop usually left open on the coffee table, and an abundance of self-care products scattered over the bathroom counter.

Honestly, I couldn’t love it more.

We’ve formed a nice routine in the evenings. I shower after work, start dinner, and then after a few attempts of telling her to come eat, I pick her up out of her desk chair and haul her ass to the table. I keep the fridge stocked with snacks and protein smoothies so she remembers to eat during the day.