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“Oh!” I stared into the depth of his gaze as the head of Brody’s hard cock pressed against my entrance. Despite the wetness, with each inch, his cock pushed the limits of my core. The delicious fullness demanded my attention as I readjusted my hips, encouraging him to fill me to the brink. Again, I reached for his shoulders, longing for that connection. My small hands caressed his rippled muscles, as he fulfilled my request. The scent of musk permeated the suite replacing his fresh aftershave, drawing me toward him. He didn’t speak, but sounds of lust and approval filled my ears, capturing all of my senses.
His hips bucked harder and faster as I fell into his rhythm. Reaching for my ass and supporting us on his elbows, he pulled me closer, until finding where one of us began and the other one ended was beyond comprehension. We were one. Sounds escaped my lips as his heavy balls slapped against my ass.
“You feel so good. I-I…” Brody murmured as his eyes glazed, and he let go of my ass and found my clit.
As he fondled the swollen bundle of nerves, the suite around us disappeared. It had been so long since I’d had a real orgasm, the overwhelming sensation took me by surprise as fireworks ignited and flashes of light electrified my body from within. I couldn’t let go of him, fearful that if I did, I’d be washed away in the waves of pleasure flowing from my fingers to my toes.
Pounding into me, Brody found his release as he let out a roar that echoed through the suite. When the final ripple of unbridled pleasure subsided, Brody kissed my forehead and rubbed his cheek against mine. “You’re incredible.”
Smiling, I moved my hips, sending messages to where we were still connected. “I don’t think that was me.”
His expression lightened as the small lines came to the corners of his eyes. In a smooth flip, I found myself on top, straddling him, his cock still buried deep inside of me. “I’m pretty sure there’s no one else here. It was all you.” He lifted my hips slightly and lowered me. The friction brought life back to where it had begun to descend. I moved to adjust as he stretched my already pleased core.
“That’s it Vik. Keep moving. I don’t believe my time is up.”
I leaned back, allowing him to fondle my breasts. Skillfully, Brody twisted and taunted the already hard nubs, his ample fingers bringing both sparks of pain and waves of pleasure. Each sensation moved from my breasts to my core, magnifying each thrust of his hips. With the building tension, I questioned my ability to remain upright. As if reading my mind, his fingers entwined with mine, supporting and holding me as I enjoyed the mounting friction. The wildfire that had exploded earlier re-ignited, burning a path that threatened the destruction of my finely constructed walls.
The suite filled with clamor as primal sounds escaped my open lips and Brody, too, growled above the din. We continued to move as one until our words and noises reached their peak.
“Fuck! Vik, you’re so fucking hot!”
His back arched and fingers dug into my flesh as his cock throbbed within me. Unable to hold back, the walls of my core milked and contracted while satisfied sighs stilled our movements and quieted the suite. Like a cloud of peace, the room—hell, the world—fell into a climax-induced calm.
Unable to face the aquamarine that saw inside of me, I fell, shattered beyond repair, onto his chest. As I reeled with my reality, strong arms enveloped my shoulders. It had been unlike any orgasm I could remember. Surely, I wasn’t whole. I couldn’t be. In the depths of my haze, I knew that I was no more than a million disassociated pieces vulnerable to the winds of life.
Yet, before I could be blown away, Brody again kissed my forehead and brushed my cheek with his. He pulled me into his warm embrace and held me as I melted into his side. Without hesitation, I laid my head on his shoulder and drifted to sleep.
“Vik,” Brody’s startled voice pulled me from the depths of slumber.
Oh shit! Despite the open drapes, blackness filled the suite. “Fuck! What time is it?”
“It’s after midnight.”
My head spun as I threw back the covers, rushed from the bed, and searched for my clothes. “I need to go.”
“Where’s your car?”
My car? “Fuck! It’s at the hospital.”
Brody reached for my hand, his words slow in comparison to the mayhem in my sleep-dizzy mind. “It’s all right. If he questions you, tell him you were at the hospital with Val.” Brody reached for his slacks and continued, “You two were discussing the new cancer clinics when she was called to help with an emergency. You fell asleep waiting for her to return.”
My eyes widened as I secured my dress. “That’s good. I just need to get Val on board.”
“Will she be?”
I shrugged. “She’s my sister. We look out for one another.”
“Let me drive you to the hospital.”
Nodding, I reached for my purse and pulled out my phone: two missed calls from Travis. It figured. If it weren’t Stewart, it was his informant: his eyes and ears. Oh, well. I would deal with it in the morning. There was nothing I could do now.
As we walked toward Brody’s car, I asked, “How did you come up with that alibi so fast?”
“Why, Mrs. Harrington, I’m your attorney. It’s my job.”
“MISS CONWAY?”
Travis, the man who’d come to get me, had moved without my realizing it, walking toward an elevator. Hurriedly, I stepped to catch up to him, reaching him just as the doors opened. The control panel held only one button: PH, which I assumed meant penthouse. A million questions swirled through my mind, but from my limited experience, I didn’t believe that this driver would be the one with the answers.