Page 57 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

H e doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he lifts me and forces my legs around his waist. The thin cotton of my dress bunches around my thighs as he carries me toward the bedroom.

It’s been such a crazy night. Such a crazy day.

I still don’t know how to wrap my head around it all.

Tommy Hardgrave is going down. Loomis declared his love for me to the entire world.

Now it seems I’m going to be living with him and Fen.

And the man bought a place that has an office.

An office for me. With huge bookshelves and a massive desk.

How is this my life? And how did this all happen so fast?

That alone should give me pause. It’s not me to be so spontaneous. But I don’t know how to hold myself back. I want it all. I want them.

My brace is heavy on his shoulders, and my mouth is hot on his as he navigates the short hallway.

His bedroom is bathed in shadows, the white sheets and duvet spread out neatly which almost makes me laugh. He’s not always the tidiest, but his room is immaculate. I slip from his arms and crawl onto the bed, twisting around to catch his eye as he watches me.

“You’re beautiful.”

“You just like my big butt.” I wiggle it at him.

He chokes on a laugh. “I love your big butt.” And the way he says with his British accent is almost too much. It has me smiling and crooking a finger at him.

He climbs on the bed beside me and I reach for him, pulling him down by his shoulders until he’s braced above me.

We kiss again, more urgently now, and once again he’s unzipping my dress and pulling it off my shoulders.

We just had this, but I’m already anxious for more, my heart hammering and my chest heaving with anticipation.

I arch up, helping him pull the fabric down to my waist.

Anxiously, I tug at the buttons of his shirt and once again, they prove to be a freaking challenge I can’t meet. I yank on the bottom of the fabric. “Too many clothes.”

He sits back, making quick work of his shirt, and tossing it somewhere behind me. My hands are immediately on his chest, his skin like fire against my palms. I can see the appreciation in his eyes as I trace the definition of his abdomen. Swirl over ink I can’t ever seem to get enough of.

“Like what you see?” Cockiness drips from him.

My lips bunch to the side and my shoulder hitches up. “Meh. I’ve seen better.”

He tickles my side, making me squeal as he hits a deadly spot with precision.

“I was kidding! Yes. You’re ridiculously freaking hot.”

“Thank you.” He kisses the corner of my lips. “Better.”

“Jerk.” I pinch his nipple and he laughs.

“Get naked, gorgeous. I want to see you.”

I don’t have to be told twice. I reach behind to unhook my bra. When I toss it aside, he takes a deep breath and stares as if he’s seeing me for the first time.

“God, you’re a vision.”

He lowers his head and takes one nipple into his mouth. I gasp, my back arching as he teases me with his tongue. His hand comes up to cup my other breast, his thumb circling the hardened peak.

“Loomis,” I breathe, his name becoming a plea.

He works his way down my body, helping me shimmy out of my dress. Fingers hook under the thin sides of my panties, and he slides them down my legs. I reach for him, fumbling with his belt and growing frustrated again.

“When do you get that thing off again?”

I sigh. “Not a moment too soon. A little help?”

He unloops the belt and slides off his pants and boxers in one impatient motion. When he settles back between my legs, the feeling of skin against skin pulls a groan from both of us.

“I want to try something different,” I murmur, my hand wrapping around his length and stroking slowly. I can’t get it out of my head. It was intense, but so good, and I want more of it. I’m ready.

“Anything,” he manages, already half-lost as I continue to work his cock. It’s so fucking sexy, I can’t help but bend to lick a ring around the crown. His hands find my hair, stopping me. “Don’t get distracted. Tell me.”

My eyes meet his, a sudden flash of nerves hitting me as I say, “I want you... behind me.”

After what we did before on my new desk, he understands my meaning immediately, and heat floods through me as his eyes go volcanic. Despite that, he knows I’ve never done it before, and he can tell I’m shaky.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, a flush spreading from my cheeks down to my chest. “I’ve been thinking about it. Especially since you first mentioned it, and then after tonight… yes. I’m sure, if it feels anywhere near as good as your fingers and tongue did. But still, I’m nervous.”

“We’ll go slow,” he promises, kissing me deeply. “And stop anytime you want.”

“Okay. Yes.”

Another kiss before he reaches for the bedside drawer, fumbling for the bottle of lube he keeps there.

I watch, my bottom lip caught between my teeth, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

Loomis sets the lube down and returns to my body, kissing me everywhere he can, his hands roaming, exploring, seeking out ways to make me whimper, sigh, and moan.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I’m so wet he meets no resistance.

Whether it’s his cum or mine or both, I don’t know, but it’s so good.

He must feel it too because he pulls his fingers out and pushes his cock in.

We groan as he pumps into me, his hands planted on the mattress on either side of my head.

I stare up at him, my heart thrashing in a million perfect ways.

It’s amazing to me how much I love him. How there’s no part of me I don’t want to be his. Speaking of…

“That’s not my ass,” I quip breathlessly.

“No? Could have fooled me with how tight you are.”

“Loomis,” I whine. “Fuck my ass.”

He wheezes out a laugh. “Keegan Fritz, you dirty, gorgeous girl will be the death of me. Turn over,” he instructs, his voice rough with desire as he slips out of me.

I comply instantly, eagerly, rolling onto my stomach before lifting to my hands and knees. Nerves skitter through me as I shift my weight to my good hand and turn my head over my shoulder to watch him.

He squeezes a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it between them.

“Tell me if anything hurts,” he murmurs, placing one hand on the small of my back while the other moves between my legs.

He starts slowly, circling the tight ring of muscles with one slick finger before gradually pressing inside.

I tense at first, then relax as he works his finger gently, preparing me.

When he adds a second finger, I drop my head, a moan escaping me.

“Okay?” he checks. Even though this is what we did earlier, it somehow feels different now.

More intense. He’s about to take my virgin ass, and I know he wants it to be incredible for me.

For both of us. I do too, and I’m hit with excitement.

He strokes soothingly down my spine and kisses my hip. “Keegan, love. You have to answer me.”

“Yes,” I manage. “I’m good. Don’t stop unless I say so.”

He takes his time, making sure I’m comfortable and adding more lube as needed. When he finally lines himself up against me, he’s trembling with the effort of holding back.

“Ready?” he asks, his voice barely audible.

I nod, reaching back to grasp his hip. “I want to feel you.”

“Christ.” He pants out a breath and pushes forward with exquisite slowness, watching my body accept his inch by inch.

It’s a hell of a lot more than his fingers were, and my eyes close as I do my best to relax.

It’s pressure and tight, and holy hell, it’s so much.

The sensation is overwhelming as he slides deeper, past the muscles working to keep him out.

A sound somewhere between pleasure and pain flees my lips, and he freezes immediately.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I gasp. “It burns a little. Just... go slow.”

He holds my hips, guiding our movements with careful precision.

Once he’s all the way seated inside me, he holds still, letting me acclimate to his size.

I’ll never write anal the same way again.

I breathe and test the waters by rocking back into him, trying to see if I can go deeper and how that feels.

“Fuck, Keegan.”

I nod because yeah. Fuck is right.

Gradually, my discomfort fades, replaced by pleasure, and I move against him, the tension in my limbs relaxing.

“Look at you,” he rasps. “With your back arched, your red hair spilling down your shoulders, and your arse expanding to take my thick cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I wish I could see it too.”

“Next time we’ll do it a different way so you can.”

I nod and shift my weight to bounce back, wanting him to fuck me.

“You feel amazing,” he tells me, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control as he starts to piston in and out of me. “Better than anything. You with me, darling?”

I respond by reaching between my legs to touch myself, craving the extra stimulation as he moves inside me. Soon enough, I can’t hold back. I need it. I need more and I meet him thrust for thrust, encouraging him to move faster and fuck me harder.

It drives him wild, and his thrusts become more insistent.

It’s such a tight fight, one we’re barely able to make work. It has sweat crackling on my forehead and between my breasts. Rough hands slide up and down my body, and he brings me upright so he can kiss and suck on my neck and work my tits.

I lean back into him, my braced hand on the back of his head to hold him against me, my other still working my clit in fast, tight circles. I never expected it to feel like this. It’s so different and so good.

“Loomis,” I pant. “I’m close.”

He moves us forward until his chest is against my back with his arms braced on either side of me.

In this position, he can kiss my shoulder, my neck, the sensitive spot behind my ear that always makes me shiver while he slaps into me, drilling into my ass.

My movements become erratic as his cock thickens and the fit grows tighter.

“Come for me,” he demands against my skin. “Let me feel your hot little ass squeeze me.”

My release comes on like the crashing of a wave, my body spasming around him as I thrust back, hitting him pound for pound as he drives in me with relentless force.

A scream catapults from my lungs, and I bury my face in the pillow to try and stifle it.

He follows me down, still inside me, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as he rides out my climax with me.

The second I’m done, he pulls out and with short, fast motions, he jerks his cock and groans loudly as spurts of white cum shoot on the small of my back and ass. My name hits the air right before he collapses onto his side, winded like he just sprinted a mile.

For a moment, I can’t move, can’t think, I can only feel the aftershocks of pleasure as they ripple through me. Absently, I note Loomis getting off the bed and going to the bathroom, only to return with a wet cloth.

I swat him away as he goes for my ass. “Um, no. Are you kidding?”

“What?”

“I’m not letting you wipe me there.”

“You’ll let me fuck you there but not take care of you afterward?”

“Exactly.”

He chuckles and collapses beside me on the bed. “Fine. I’ll leave you to that.”

I head for the bathroom and sputter a laugh when I catch my reflection.

“Hot mess, party of one.” I twist and laugh again when I see my back is covered in cum.

“Such a dirty whore, Keegan Fritz.” I smile stupidly as I clean myself up.

By the time I return, Loomis is already half asleep, but as I climb into bed, he tugs me against him, and we lie face-to-face.

He cups my cheek. “Was that okay?” he asks, suddenly anxious. “I didn’t hurt you?”

My smile is no doubt lazy and satisfied. “It was perfect.” I run my fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead. “You’re perfect.”

He scoffs at that. “Far from it.”

“Perfect for me, then.” I scoot closer, tucking myself against him, my head finding that spot on his chest where I fit just right. We lie in companionable silence for a while, not speaking, just holding each other. Falling asleep without space dividing us.

Loomis presses a kiss to the top of my head, breathing in the scent of my hair.

Outside, I can hear the distant sounds of the city.

Car horns, snippets of conversation from pedestrians—or possibly press—below.

But here, in this bed, with this man, I’ve found a stillness I never knew I was searching for. And I’ll never let it go.