Page 296 of Sexting His Assistant

She looks back at me, eyes unfocused. “Now?”

“Yes.”

“I can walk.”

“I don’t care.” I lift her.

She wraps herself around me, kissing my jaw, my mouth, my throat, while I carry her out of the study and up the stairs with my cock still hard against her thigh and her dress bunched around her waist. Halfway up, she starts stroking me again, and I stop on the landing.

“Nina.”

“What?”

“You want me to drop you?”

“No.”

“Then behave.”

She smiles against my mouth. “No.”

I pin her against the wall.

She gasps when her back hits it, then laughs, delighted, and that laugh cuts through something dark still sitting inside me.

I kiss her hard.

She reaches between us, guides me back inside her, and I fuck her against the wall with her legs around my waist and my hands under her ass. It is rougher than I planned, but she takes it like she wants exactly that, head back, breasts pressed against my chest, nails digging into my neck.

“God, Luka,” she says.

“Too much?”

“No.”

“Tell me if it is.”

“It’s not,” she says, then tightens around me on purpose.

I groan and bite her shoulder through the fabric of her dress.

She comes again like that, pinned between me and the wall, her body shaking so hard I have to hold her tighter to keep her from slipping.

This time I nearly come with her.

I pull out at the last second and carry her the rest of the way to my bedroom.

The door is open. The bed is made.

It doesn’t stay that way.

I lay her down and strip her properly. Dress off. Underwear off. Everything gone until she is naked on my bed, flushed and damp and looking at me like she has decided I belong to her.

I remove my clothes quickly, with none of the elegance people like to imagine about men like me.

Shirt open. Trousers off. Gun placed on the bedside table because some habits don’t disappear even when the house is empty.

Nina watches me. When I climb over her, she reaches for my cock immediately. I catch her hand and pin it beside her head.