“God, you’re fucking delicious,” he says, taking his lips from mine just long enough to speak before crashing his mouth back into me.
He’s relentless, his hands firmly gripping my waist, anchoring me to him. I can feel his erection pressing against my middle. I’m so wet for him I can hardly stand it.
“You’re pretty yummy yourself.”
My fingers curl tighter into his shirt, the fabric bunching in my palms, the heat between us burning hotter with every second.
He pulls back just enough for me to catch a breath. His eyes are dark, blazing with an intensity that sends a shiver racing down my spine.
‘Tell me to stop.” His words come out in a rough growl.
He’s giving me an out, a chance to tell him this is a mistake, that we should stop, but that’s the last thing I want.
I shake my head. ‘Don’t you dare.’
A mischievous smile curves his mouth before he claims mine again, harder this time. His tongue sweeps in, dominating, demanding, and I’m more than willing to give him everything he wants. He slides his hands down my curves, reaching around to cup my ass.
I gasp when he squeezes hard, as if he’s claiming it. He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist as he walks me backward, the edge of the pool table pressing into my thighs.
He sets me down on the smooth wood, his body slotting between my thighs. His hands roam over my hips, my waist, sliding up beneath my shirt. His fingers skim my bare skin, his touch tracing the bottom of my bra.
‘God, Erin,’ he breathes against my lips. ‘You have no idea what you do to me.’
‘Show me.”
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he pulls my shirt over my head, tossing it aside. His eyes darken as they take in my lace bra, the swell of my breasts rising and falling with each breath. He brushes his knuckles over the peak of one, teasing me through the fabric. My nipples harden, aching for more.
‘You’re perfect,” he says.
He slides his hands around to my back, and with a smooth flick of his fingers, he undoes my bra. The straps slip off my shoulders, and the garment falls away. His eyes blaze as he drinks me in, and then his mouth is on me again. His lips close around one nipple, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. I arch into him, a gasp escaping my throat.
His hand cups my other breast, his thumb teasing the hardened peak. My fingers tangle in his hair, holding him to me as he worships my body, his mouth hot and wet. His teeth graze me just a little, just enough. I’m already teetering on the edge, my core clenching, desperate for more.
“Samuel, please,” I moan. I sound needy as hell, but I don’t give a damn. I want him too badly.
He lifts his head, a satisfied smirk playing on his mouth. ‘I’m just getting started.’
His hands slide down my body, over my stomach, to the waistband of my leggings. He slips his fingers underneath and tugs, sliding my leggings and panties down in one smooth motion.
‘You’re so fucking sexy.”
He pushes my legs apart, his hands firm on my thighs, then drops to his knees. He leans in, his breath hot against my slick folds. His eyes lock onto mine, the moment electric and charged with anticipation.
‘I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.” Then his mouth is on me.
I cry out, my head falling back as his tongue flicks over my clit, slow and deliberate. He licks and sucks, his hands keeping me pinned to the table as I squirm. The pleasure is almost too intense to bear.
“Samuel, I’m…”
He doesn’t stop, his tongue circling, his lips tightening around my clit as he sucks hard. The pressure shatters, and I explode, my body arching off the table as my orgasm tears through me.
Before I can catch my breath, he stands and unbuckles his belt, the sight making my core throb. His pants drop, and he steps out of them, his cock thick, hard, and glistening with precum.
“Turn around,” he commands.
I do as he says, turning around and bending over, placing my palms on the cool felt of the pool table. I glance back, watching as he places his hands on my hips, gripping me firmly. His head brushes against my lips, and a sigh slips from my mouth.
He thrusts into me in one smooth motion and we both groan, the sensation almost too intense. He holds still for a moment, his fingers stroking my back.
Then he pulls back and thrusts again, harder this time. The pool table jolts beneath me, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the room. He sets a slow rhythm, each thrust hitting deep, sending pleasure spiraling through me. The way he stretches me is intense, delicious, and addictive.
“Fucking hell, Erin.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as he pounds into me.
I’m drowning in the sensation, the heat building again. My fingers curl against the felt, my moans turning into desperate cries.
“Come for me,” he demands.
His fingers find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. My body clenches, the pressure unbearable, and then I’m falling, another orgasm ripping through me. I scream his name, the world shattering. He follows with a hoarse groan, his hips jerking as he spills into me, his body taut with release. He collapses against my back, both of us shaking, breathless.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through us.
Samuel stands straight and turns me around. He takes my hand, pulling me toward the far corner of the game room. He stops in front of a set of double doors I hadn’t paid much attention to earlier. He opens them to reveal a Murphy bed, neatly tucked into its hidden compartment.
I can’t help but laugh. ‘Wait, this was here the whole time?’ I tease. ‘And we still ended up on the pool table?’
“Come on, you’ve got to admit the pool table was fun,” he says with a smirk. “Not to mention, I wanted you so goddamn bad I didn’t have the patience to take you over here.”
Another rush of heat spreads through me. “Well, when you put it like that…”
He wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me close. He’s hard again, lust flashing in his eyes. His mouth captures mine in a kiss so fierce it steals the breath from my lungs. His lips move, commanding and relentless, and I melt into him, my hands sliding up to clutch at his shoulders.
“Too bad we already had our fun on the pool table.”
He chuckles. ‘And what makes you think we’re not going to use the Murphy bed, too?’
A laugh escapes me, and I push lightly at his chest. ‘You’re insatiable,’ I say, trying to be coy, but my flushed cheeks and shaky voice betray how much I want him.
He steps back just enough to let his gaze rake over me, his eyes dark and devouring. ‘For you, I am,’ he says. Then, with a playful slap on my bare ass, he adds, ‘Now get in that bed.’
The sting of his hand is more teasing than anything else, but it sends a delicious thrill down my spine. I shoot him a mock glare over my shoulder as I climb onto the bed, my heart pounding in anticipation.
‘Bossy,’ I mutter.
“I’m a man who knows what I want. And I want you.” He crawls onto the bed, positioning his powerful body over mine. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream louder than last time.’
He braces himself above me, one hand planted on the mattress near my head, the other trailing down the side of my face.
“You’re staring,” I tease.
“Can you blame me?” His intense gaze makes my skin heat. “You’re stunning.”
My chest tightens, the vulnerability in his tone catching me off guard. Before I can respond, his mouth finds mine. The kiss is slow, deep, deliberate, causing an unraveling of my senses. His hand slides down my side and he pulls me closer, aligning our bodies. I gasp at the feel of his thick length pressing into my belly.
“Samuel,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.
He pulls back just enough to look at my face. “Tell me what you want, Erin.”
“You,” I breathe, the word tumbling out before I can think. “All of you.”
“You have me.”
He leans down to capture one hardened nipple in his mouth. The sensation is electric, his tongue flicking and teasing until I’m arching into him, my fingers gripping his shoulders for support. His hand trails lower, finding me wet and ready for him.
“Perfect,” he whispers.
When his finger flicks over my clit, I cry out, my body arching off the mattress.
He works me with a precision that leaves me breathless, his touch dragging me closer and closer to the edge. I’m gripping the sheets, my moans filling the room, when the wave finally crashes over me, and I’m trembling in its wake.
Before I can recover, he settles between my thighs pushing into me in one smooth stroke, stretching and filling me until he’s buried to the hilt. He stills, giving me a moment to adjust, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
It doesn’t take long for the pleasure to build again, his thrusts growing harder, faster, each one hitting deeper, drawing gasps from my lips.
I fall over the edge again, a silent scream on my lips. He follows with a husky growl as he chases his own release. I feel his cock pulse inside, then his body collapses onto mine. For a moment, neither of us move, the only sound in the room our breathing.
“You’re incredible,” he says. He pulls me close, his big arm wrapping around me as I rest my head on his chest.
“You’re not so bad yourself, boss.”
