Page 88 of Troublemaker: The Big Picture Edition

“I told you. I know my kid. We have ten minutes.” I don’t even want to waste thirty seconds running up the stairs. The clicking of her high-heeled boots on the tiled kitchen floor are driving me insane. Those fucking boots. Those long socks. That short fucking sweater dress. I deserve a medal for waiting until we got home to do this. I open the door to the laundry room. “Get in there, Emilia,” I growl.

“This is reckless, Alex,” she mutters, frowning at me. But she steps inside.

And I shut the door.

“Is this the most reckless thing you’ve ever done, Miss Stiles? Sex in a laundry room when there’s a child somewhere in the house?” I grab on to her hips and pull her ass against me so she can feel how hard I am through my jeans.

She holds on to the edge of the washing machine in front of her, but she keeps pressing back into me.

That’s what I thought.

I hike the bottom of that dress up to her waist and slide my hand up between her legs.

Christ, what are these—silk panties? Fucking hell. Soaking wet silk panties.

“If you want to wait, we can wait,” I grumble into the side of her neck. My hands roam up to squeeze her tits through the sweater. “Is that what you want?”

She reaches back to grab my hair. “No, I want you to fuck me hard and fast,” she hisses.

Jesus.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about for days.”

“Me too.” I yank those panties down. White silk panties, for fuck sake. Trying to kill me. I spin her around to face me and then lift her up to sit her ass down on top of the washing machine. “You’re gonna get it hard and fast.”

“But you better be quiet,” she warns.

“Yeah. You too.” I spread her knees apart and dip down to lick between her legs, and the little yelp it elicits is so cute and hot.

But those black boots.

I feel the heels of those boots digging into my back, and I like it.

“Alex,” she moans. Another sexy warning.

“Shhhh.” So warm, so wet. Her hands are in my hair, caressing and tugging. Every single thing she does makes me crazy.

She whimpers and shivers.

“Shhhh.”

“Alex.” Her thighs tighten around my neck. “Hurry hurry.”

I bite the flesh of her inner thigh, reluctantly stand up, undo my belt, and let everything drop to the floor around my ankles. Emilia’s eyelids are heavier than ever, and she does something that I do not expect her to do, and it pretty much guaranteesthat I will be obsessed with this woman for the rest of my life… She slides down from the top of the washing machine, her eyes fixed on mine, and then turns away from me and bends over it. She reaches out to get a good grip on the cool metal surface, and I press myself inside her. One hand on her shoulder, one on her hip, I drive into her. She’s so slippery and tight and the skin of her soft ass is so smooth and I may be losing my mind.

“God, you feel so good.”

She gasps, covers her mouth with both hands, and clenches and releases around me. Milking me.Jesus. Fuck it’s good.

“Is this what you wanted, Miss Stiles? Is this how you want it?”

She nods, and I hear muffled humming and squealing.

“You like my bare cock inside you?”

“Yes,” she murmurs. “Oh my God, yes.”

I’m an animal.