Page 38 of Sugar & Shadows

“I will be a problem if you don’t get this shirt off.”

He responded by hiking up my pencil skirt. “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asked, pulling back and surveying my stockings and garters.

Black lace, just like my tiny panties. La Perla had a sale, and I’d splurged.

“What?” I said, torn between pride and defensiveness.

“You walk around like this?” He dropped to his knees in front of me and traced the tops of my stockings.

“I’ve got the matching bra too.” I peeled my cashmere sweater over my head.

He stared up at me, eyes wide, like he’d never seen anything as incredible as my lace-clad breasts.

For a guy I didn’t like, Gabriel Harding was an excellent ego boost.

For a moment we were quiet, the room filled with only the sound of our heavy breathing.

“I can smell you,” he growled, peppering kisses across my thighs. “I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked, aren’t you?”

“Yes, so you should probably fuck me before I change my mind.” I threw out an arm, bracing myself against the wall. My legs were in danger of giving out.

We were in the middle of some half-dressed standoff, and suddenly my brain wasn’t capable of strategy. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d let him do whatever he wanted to me.

Shit. I blew out a breath. I’d have to unpack that later.

He stood and lifted me, kissing me again.

On instinct, I wrapped my legs wrapped around his waist. And when his hard cock hit me in just the right spot, I let out a little gasp.

My eyes were closed, so when I was suddenly airborne, I gasped again, this time much louder.

“I need to be inside you,” he said as I bounced on the mattress, “before I realize what a bad idea this is.”

I propped myself up on my elbows, taking in the way his muscles clenched as he tore off his undershirt.

Face dark, he slid his underwear down, revealing what I’d suspected.

Mister Mayor was packing.

“You look disappointed.” He gripped his shaft and tugged, the move making my core clench.

“Just surprised.” I sat up and unhooked my bra. “Since you have such a shitty personality, I assumed you had a micro penis.”

He dragged his hand up and down his length again, smirking. “You want this, don’t you?”

I bit my bottom lip hard, trying to snap myself out of the haze. But I was unsuccessful. “Unfortunately, I do. Too bad you’re attached to it.”

“We’re all making sacrifices tonight, sweetheart.” He climbed over me and palmed my breast, groaning.

I gripped his hair and tugged, relishing the mix of pain and pleasure that crossed his face.

“Oh, shit.” The pleasure vanished. Only pain remained. Or maybe it was disappointment. “I don’t have a condom.”

Deflating, I looked out at the snowy hellscape. I had nothing, and we clearly weren’t going anywhere to find protection.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I have an IUD.” The words were out before I could think better of them. “And I get regular testing.”