Page 64 of The Business of Love Box Set 1: Books 1 - 4

KIMBERLY

R ick had a vise grip on my jaw and my whole body turned to butter in his hands.

His tongue slipped between my teeth and I yielded to him, letting him explore my mouth with a desperation I’d never felt before.

He turned me around, pressed my back up against the frame of my apartment door, and leaned into me, pushing air out of my lungs and making me sigh for him.

He nipped at my lips and bowed his head to trail kisses along my cheekbone, down to my jaw, along the side of my neck, and across my collarbone.

I plunged my fingers into his hair and held him there as his free hand roamed up to cup my breast.

What are we doing?

So much had happened to him in the last few weeks that I couldn’t wrap my head around any scenario where this was the right move to make. He needed time to process and grieve the loss of what he thought was going to be a marriage. And I needed time to sort out how I truly felt about him.

Bullshit. You know how you feel.

The little voice inside my head screamed at me to pull him into my apartment and let him rip my clothes right off me. But another voice, a calmer voice, told me to slow down.

Take a breath.

I sucked in a ragged breath of air as Rick released my jaw to instead cup the back of my neck. I leaned against his touch, letting him cradle my head, and he descended upon my lips for more kisses that had my insides aching for more.

For all of it.

All of him.

“What are we doing?” I muttered against his lips.

“What I’ve wanted to do since the first time I saw you.”

He was saying all the right things. Doing all the right things, too.

His hands dropped to my hips and he pulled them up against him.

I could feel his cock, rock hard and eager under his jeans.

I wanted to reach down and caress him. I wanted to feel his size.

But if I did, there would be no going back.

Do you want to go back?

I didn’t want to spoil this. What if we took things too far and then it all fell apart? What if he realized I wasn’t who he wanted? What if he went back to Verity? What if—

Enough.

I wrapped an arm behind his neck and pulled him down to me.

He let out a soft groan against our kiss that snapped the last of my resolve, and I stepped into my apartment, pulling him inside with me.

We were still attached at the lips when he pulled the door closed behind him and spun me around to pin me up against it.

He turned the deadbolt and hooked a finger in the belt loop of my jeans.

He used it to jerk me against him again, and his fingers worked to undo my fly.

While he unzipped my jeans, I worked to get his jacket off his broad shoulders. Underneath, he wore a classic white button-up shirt tucked into his jeans. I fumbled with his belt buckle and only succeeded when Rick slipped a hand down the front of my pants and over my panties.

His touch shot through me like a bolt of passionate heat.

I felt it in the tips of my fingers and my knees and my chest, and it became downright impossible for me to keep my composure.

I untucked his shirt with clumsy desperation and began popping open the buttons while he rubbed me in slow circles over my panties.

Under his shirt, Rick had the body of a god.

He was firm and full in all the right places.

His chest was well-defined, the muscles pulled taut, and the length of his stomach was broken into sections of abs I could have used as a massage table.

I traced the creases and folds of his muscled torso with the tips of my fingers while he pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and tasted me aggressively.

I rolled my hips against his fingers. He smiled against my lips and tugged my panties to the side. I was dripping wet beneath his touch when he ran two fingers between my folds.

A soft whimper escaped me and my eyes fluttered closed.

Rick pinched the skin on my neck softly between his teeth. “Your pussy is swollen already, baby.”

My words were clipped and breathless. “I’ve wanted you for a long time.”

“How bad?”

I opened my eyes. He was looking into my soul. I was sure he could see just how undone I’d become. My pussy ached against his fingers as they fell still. I rolled my hips and gripped his arm, encouraging him to keep going.

“Find out for yourself,” I whispered.

Rick’s eyes flashed with desire and he eased his fingers inside me, stretching me, forcing me to take his thick digits.

I moaned and he silenced me with a kiss as he filled me up.

My muscles strained against the intense pressure and he began fucking me nice and slow with his fingers.

All the while, the inside of my jeans were growing wet with my juices.

“You’re so tight,” Rick growled.

“I’m a good girl.”

His chuckle was a deep rumble in his chest. “Liar.”

My giggle was cut short when he pulled out of me, grabbed me by the back of my neck, and spun me around.

He walked me forward and bent me over my kitchen island.

The countertop was cool against my cheek as he took a fistful of my hair and pinned me there while he roughly tore my jeans down over my ass and halfway down my thighs.

He gave me a rough slap and I yelped. The sharp sting was delicious.

I involuntarily arched my back and stretched to the tips of my toes.

“Greedy girl.”

I bit my bottom lip and wiggled my ass for him. He spanked me again. A soft sigh left me as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and patted my pussy with his palm. Four steady slaps had me aching in all the right places. I pushed back against his hand and he rewarded me with a finger. And then two.

He pulled my head back by my hair and forced me to look at the ceiling while he fucked me hard and fast with his fingers until my come was running down the inside of my legs and it was all I could do not to scream from the pleasure.

When he was done, I was a breathless mess. Rick pulled me up and rubbed my pussy with his free hand while he maintained his grip in my hair. He kissed me and teased my clit while I writhed in his grip.

“Where’s the bedroom?” he muttered.

My gaze flicked to the hallway decorated in framed pictures of me with my friends. The open door at the end of the hall led to my sunlit bedroom, and Rick stripped my jeans all the way off before releasing me and telling me to lead the way.

I did, but it wasn’t easy on my wobbly legs.

I hadn’t come like that in a long time. In fact, I didn’t usually come at all when I was with a man. They never knew how to treat me right. They were always too gentle. Too safe.

And Rick was anything but.

Rick was the man of my dreams.

I spun to him when I stepped into the bedroom, and I pulled my sweatshirt over my head so I stood before him in nothing but my bra and panties. Rick shrugged out of his open shirt, stepped out of his shoes, and pulled his pants off so he was down to his skin-tight black boxers.

I admired him—all of him. He had powerful muscles all over. His thighs were thick and defined, just like his arms. The cut of his hips had my mind running wild as he moved toward me. I backed up until the back of my legs hit the end of the bed.

Then he reached out and flicked open the front clasp of my bra.

It popped open and my boobs sprang free.

Rick let out a low rumble of satisfaction and took my breasts in his hands.

He squeezed gently and then harder as I leaned into him.

He pinched and flicked my nipples and had me flinching like he was shocking me with electricity.

When he tired of that game, he stared into my eyes and ran his thumb along my bottom lip. I let him press his finger into my mouth and sucked against him. I could feel lust radiating off of him, so I reached down and massaged his cock through his boxers.

“Do you have condoms?” he asked through clenched teeth.

I nodded. He let me go to my nightstand where I found us a condom, and I brought it back to him.

I went to my knees, hooked my fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and pulled them down.

His cock sprang free. He was huge and slightly curved and the sight of him made my insides squirm with anticipation.

I took him in my hands and ran my tongue along his shaft.

He watched me work and closed his eyes when I pursed my lips around his tip and eased him into my mouth.

I buried him as deep in my throat as I could and I worked him over slowly.

The sounds he made set my skin on fire, and soon, I was gripping his thighs and letting him work his hips in deep thrusts into my mouth.

His fingers tightened in my hair and I held his gaze as I spread my legs and rubbed my clit.

When I thought he was about to come, he pulled out, guided me to my feet, and pushed me down onto the bed to lie flat on my stomach. He tore open the condom and rolled it on, and then he stepped up behind me, took my left leg, and bent it, leaving my right leg extended out behind me.

He gripped my ass, spread my cheeks, pulled my panties aside, and lowered his hips until his cock grazed my dripping wet pussy. I craned my head back to gaze up at him as he slid inside me.

The pressure was unreal. He was the biggest I’d ever had and he seemed to know it because he didn’t give me all his length to start. He was slow and steady, letting my body adjust to him. When he could tell I was ready for more, he gave it to me until he was buried up to the hilt inside me.

My toes curled. I whimpered and he held me up with a hand in front of my neck, his fingers cupping my jaw. He bowed over me while he fucked me and kissed me like he was trying to suffocate me. If he wanted to, I would let him. That was how much I wanted him. I was completely at his mercy.

I gripped the bed sheets as he fucked me deeper and faster. He slid a finger in my mouth. I sucked his finger and bit his knuckle and he smiled deviously above me.

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” he challenged.

I couldn’t manage a word. I just stared up at him like he owned me, and I prayed he knew what I was thinking.

He rocked his hips in slow circular motions. “I can’t hear you.”

I forced myself to find my voice. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me until I come.”

His pace quickened. His thighs slapped against my flesh until his ruthless pace broke me open.

I let out a cry of pleasure and Rick released my jaw.

He pushed me down face first onto the bed and held me there as he fucked me mercilessly until he too lost control and we both descended into the bliss of our orgasms together.

When he was done, I was nothing but a breathless mess upon the bed. He pulled out, gave my ass a squeeze, and told me not to move.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled as he made his way to my bathroom to clean himself up.

I smiled into the bedding as my thighs trembled of their own volition.