“Fuck the bedroom. We’re doing this right here.”
I reach for her shirt and yank it over her head. She loses her grip on my cock for only a second, but it’s long enough for me to toss the shirt and get my hands on her tits. She moans as I cup them.
“Goddamn, Greer. You were made for my hands.”
I roll her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, and she arches toward me. Once she’s moaning into my mouth, I release both handfuls and reach for the waistband of her pants, tugging them off just as quickly. Thank God for easy-to-remove clothing. One lift and I’ve got her ass in my hands as I turn toward the wall and press her back against it, exactly like I dreamed of doing that day in the coffee shop.
“Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”
She follows my direction, and I slide one hand between her legs.
Fuuck. She’s soaked. Dripping for me.
Three years ago, I told myself I’d never feel the tight, sweet heat of her pussy. Three years ago, I told myself a lot of bullshit. Today, everything changes.
“Hurry,” Greer whispers, her eyes closed as she rubs her pussy on my rock-hard cock. “I need it.”
“Open your eyes, Greer,” I say as I lift her and nudge the head against her opening.
She reaches down and helps guide my dick into place.
“Hurry,” she says again.
“Look at me.” In my commanding tone, it can’t be interpreted as anything but an order.
Her dark eyes snap to mine, and I thrust.
Fucking. Perfection.
Holding her pinned to the wall, I fuck her like a man possessed, like a man with something to prove. And I do have something to prove. I’m fucking that piece-of-shit ex right out of her memory and burning myself in his place.
I can tell when I hit her sweet spot because Greer’s nails dig into my shoulders and her keening moan fills my ears.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Never slowing my pace, I pound into her body as she grips me tighter and tighter, and finally yells my name as she comes.
The sound of my name on her lips unleashes my own orgasm. It pours out of me . . . directly into her.
Fuck. No condom. What the hell was I thinking? Oh, that’s right. I wasn’t thinking about anything but getting inside Greer after all these years.
With any other woman, I would worry about the possibility of her trying to trap me for my money or my fame. But not Greer. Fuck, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try to trap her with a baby if that meant I could keep her.
I would lie, cheat, and steal to call this woman my own.
Oh. My. God. What the hell did I just do?
“Look at me.”
Cav’s gravelly voice breaks through the chaos crashing through my head and drowning out the amazing orgasm I just had. His order is the same as the one he gave before he slid that perfect cock inside me, and yet I can’t look him in the eye this time.
I push against his shoulders. “I need to get down.”
His grip tightens, and it’s clear I’m going nowhere until he decides to let me off this ride.
“Greer, fucking look at me.”
When I don’t respond or comply, Cav’s hand cups the side of my face and tilts it so I have no choice but to follow his order.
“Let me down.”
“No.”
A maniacal laugh breaks free from my lips. “You don’t get to tell me no. Let me down now, dammit.”
He shakes his head, and if I weren’t so worried about holding on, I’d slap the smug look off his face.
“Finally got you where I want you, and I’m not letting you down until I’m ready.”
“Where you want me? On your dick? You could’ve had me there three years ago, but we both know how that ended.”
I shift again, my inner muscles reflexively clenching when his cock presses against me. Isn’t he going to get soft?
Cav tightens his grip on my face. “There’s a lot of shit you don’t know, Greer.”
My eyes roll so violently, I’m shocked I don’t strain something. “Of course I don’t know, because you didn’t stick around long enough to say good-bye, let alone explain it to me.”
The muscle in his jaw ticks, and I wish he’d set me down so I don’t keep cataloging every shift in his expression. I’m under fire from Cav overload, and there’s nowhere for me to go while he has me pinned on his cock. I’m truly between a cock and a hard place. Banner will never let me live this down.
I wait for an answer because I really have no choice in the matter. But the one I get from him isn’t acceptable.
“I made the choice I had to make.”
“And this is the choice I’m making—let me off your dick or I’m going to start screaming, and my neighbors are going to get a show they’ll never forget.” I make sure to enunciate every word.
His eyes flash, now golden brown with shafts of green. “I think you forgot. Putting on a good show is my job these days.”