Accidentally Hooked (The Naked Truth Series Book 1) by Carmen Falcone
Authors: Carmen Falcone
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your voice will be higher than Sponge Bob’s.”
Chapter Five
He hung up the phone and tossed it on the dresser. The knowledge of sleeping with the woman he was supposed to expose was wrong, but did nothing to dampen the smothering sexual awareness ravaging through his body like a tsunami. Wrong was wrong. He shouldn’t have offered to have her for himself only during this stay. Damn it. He’d been able to give up alcohol. One day at a time .
Stomping on the marbled hallway floor, he smothered a groan. The need grew at every inch. A long, thin black coat covered her, and she closed the door behind her with flushed cheeks. Her gaze slid to his aching erection, and the hint of a smile grew on her lips. She removed the coat, which glided down her body and pooled at her feet. The mini dress she had on earlier still snugged her show-stopping figure. Whoever designed it had attempted to make it somewhat elegant, with well-cut lines, different shades of gold, and the flattering curves of a woman’s shape.
His breath hitched. The dress clung to her body, and strained her hardened nipples against the fabric. He slammed her against the door, and captured her mouth with his, his exploratory tongue delivering the urgent message to hers, his teeth grazing her full lip. He glided his hands up and down her body, his fingers hovering over her warm skin in a frenzied need to touch her everywhere at once. Finesse be damned.
A soft moan escaped her mouth, and she snaked her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She kneaded her fingers in his head, and the decadent rubbing sent a charge of high voltage through him, stiffening his spine, sensitizing his scalp. With urgency, he slid his hand between her legs, finding no resistance. He inserted two fingers inside her drenched panties—there it was. Her pussy, gloriously damp. Warm. Tender.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pulled at the sides of her panties, and with one swift movement ripped them apart, his tingling fingers working faster than his brain. She gasped, lifted her leg, hooked it against his butt, and ground against him.
A feral need flooded him. Without delay, he reached for the foil packet in his pocket. For how much longer could he take it? Not much, he realized. Swiftly, he unwrapped it then pulled down his lounge pants. When he rolled the condom on his cock, the tip of his fingers trembled, revealing the frantic yearning torpedoing through him.
He drove deep inside her, melding their mouths in an erotic kiss. The sweet agony of thrusting and almost pulling out every time worked its way on his control. Each time he plunged into her, he neared the edge, his blood hotter than roofing in the summer.
He groaned, intensifying the rhythm, stimulated by the trail of growing moans and her body convulsing against his. Withdrawing his mouth from hers, he contemplated her parted lips and the sheen of sweat covering her cheeks. A savage sensation shook him, the peak of pleasure never so close.
Let go . He drove into her, faster, deeper, desperate to reach a part of her still unexplored and unexploited. Within seconds, a spiral of pleasure battered him, claimed him, mocked him, and he spilled himself in the confines of the condom, wanting it never to end.
“And hi to you too,” she whispered in his ear.
***
“I should… freshen up.” She swallowed the razors in her throat.
“Of course.” He slipped out of her, and an immediate cold draft replaced the sticky heat from seconds earlier. He planted a kiss on her neck, the quick brush reenergizing her sex with a warm, single pulse.
What’s happening to me? She pulled the dress down, the sweat clinging to her body, automatically shrinking the size. With her eyes fixed on nowhere in particular, just an invisible point of no return, she headed to the bathroom next to the living area. She closed the door behind her with a sigh, and heard his footsteps as he probably went to the other bathroom in his bedroom.
She rid herself of
Chapter Five
He hung up the phone and tossed it on the dresser. The knowledge of sleeping with the woman he was supposed to expose was wrong, but did nothing to dampen the smothering sexual awareness ravaging through his body like a tsunami. Wrong was wrong. He shouldn’t have offered to have her for himself only during this stay. Damn it. He’d been able to give up alcohol. One day at a time .
Stomping on the marbled hallway floor, he smothered a groan. The need grew at every inch. A long, thin black coat covered her, and she closed the door behind her with flushed cheeks. Her gaze slid to his aching erection, and the hint of a smile grew on her lips. She removed the coat, which glided down her body and pooled at her feet. The mini dress she had on earlier still snugged her show-stopping figure. Whoever designed it had attempted to make it somewhat elegant, with well-cut lines, different shades of gold, and the flattering curves of a woman’s shape.
His breath hitched. The dress clung to her body, and strained her hardened nipples against the fabric. He slammed her against the door, and captured her mouth with his, his exploratory tongue delivering the urgent message to hers, his teeth grazing her full lip. He glided his hands up and down her body, his fingers hovering over her warm skin in a frenzied need to touch her everywhere at once. Finesse be damned.
A soft moan escaped her mouth, and she snaked her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. She kneaded her fingers in his head, and the decadent rubbing sent a charge of high voltage through him, stiffening his spine, sensitizing his scalp. With urgency, he slid his hand between her legs, finding no resistance. He inserted two fingers inside her drenched panties—there it was. Her pussy, gloriously damp. Warm. Tender.
“Yes,” she hissed.
He pulled at the sides of her panties, and with one swift movement ripped them apart, his tingling fingers working faster than his brain. She gasped, lifted her leg, hooked it against his butt, and ground against him.
A feral need flooded him. Without delay, he reached for the foil packet in his pocket. For how much longer could he take it? Not much, he realized. Swiftly, he unwrapped it then pulled down his lounge pants. When he rolled the condom on his cock, the tip of his fingers trembled, revealing the frantic yearning torpedoing through him.
He drove deep inside her, melding their mouths in an erotic kiss. The sweet agony of thrusting and almost pulling out every time worked its way on his control. Each time he plunged into her, he neared the edge, his blood hotter than roofing in the summer.
He groaned, intensifying the rhythm, stimulated by the trail of growing moans and her body convulsing against his. Withdrawing his mouth from hers, he contemplated her parted lips and the sheen of sweat covering her cheeks. A savage sensation shook him, the peak of pleasure never so close.
Let go . He drove into her, faster, deeper, desperate to reach a part of her still unexplored and unexploited. Within seconds, a spiral of pleasure battered him, claimed him, mocked him, and he spilled himself in the confines of the condom, wanting it never to end.
“And hi to you too,” she whispered in his ear.
***
“I should… freshen up.” She swallowed the razors in her throat.
“Of course.” He slipped out of her, and an immediate cold draft replaced the sticky heat from seconds earlier. He planted a kiss on her neck, the quick brush reenergizing her sex with a warm, single pulse.
What’s happening to me? She pulled the dress down, the sweat clinging to her body, automatically shrinking the size. With her eyes fixed on nowhere in particular, just an invisible point of no return, she headed to the bathroom next to the living area. She closed the door behind her with a sigh, and heard his footsteps as he probably went to the other bathroom in his bedroom.
She rid herself of
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