The Reckless Secret, Complete Series (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance) by Alexa Wilder
Authors: Alexa Wilder
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waited—waited for her to come back into herself enough to look at him, to meet his eye, to nod. And then he pushed into her in the same moment she pressed down on him, and they both released breathy moans of pure pleasure as they joined in the middle.
He gave her only a moment, long enough to pull her close and taste her tongue, for her to catch a breath or two and adjust to the size of him stretching her open. And then he gripped the curve of both her hips and guided her into motion above him.
It didn’t take long for either of them. They jolted into a stuttered rhythm, Maggie grinding down on him as he rocked up into her, both of them wordless and breathy, panting through messy kisses and sliding their hands over sweat-slick skin. She wanted to touch more of him, feel the cut of his abs and the strength of his shoulders, but he still wore his suit and she had no coordination left in her to try to strip some of it away, so she hooked arms around his neck and fucked down on him harder and then she was cresting, and he was gritting his teeth, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she crashed over the edge.
Minutes later, slumped against him, she caught her breath enough to say, “That was…”
Crazy, was what it was. A snapshot of manic sexual energy colliding and making them both rut at each other like animals. She wanted to giggle.
He was busy tracing fingertips up and down her spine, his cock still inside her, soft now but so warm and big, still making her feel full. Satisfied.
“You still want me to leave?”
She tutted in exhausted amusement, sat up straight and looked at his sex-roughened face. Felt a surge of fondness rise in her chest, wrap around her heart. “I think I can put up with you for a while longer.”
He ran a hand over the swell of her tummy and up to cup a generous handful of her breast, thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the material of her dress. “You’re exquisite,” he said, and she huffed a mildly embarrassed laugh.
“Shut up,” she muttered back at him, and he kissed her.
7
Maggie
I t took her a moment to figure out what was different as she drifted into consciousness the following morning. She blinked her eyes open, stretched out her back, groaning a little at the pleasure of it—and then it hit her. Pleasure . Declan. Sex. Last night.
Oh God. Instantly she was hit with the dual sensation of absolute satisfaction combined with a little bit of embarrassment. She wasn’t ashamed of what had happened, but she did feel a little off about how easily she’d given in to her desire for the man. She was a make-‘em-wait kind of girl, but it turned out that when it came to Declan, all of her preconceived notions went out the window. It almost made her want to laugh.
She stretched again, smiling, and rolled onto her side.
The bed was empty.
She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest, and glanced around for signs that he was in the bathroom or he’d popped down to get coffee. “Declan?” she called, her voice cracking with sleep. Silence met her.
Mildly unsure of the situation, she got up and began getting herself ready. None of his things were here. Surely he wouldn’t have put his full suit back on to go down and get coffee?
Thirty minutes later, showered and dressed, she had to face the fact that he’d gone. He hadn’t bothered waking her to say goodbye, hadn’t left her a note, not even a message on her phone apologizing for slipping out so early. Nothing.
Ditched her. Again . Taken what he wanted and vanished.
The pit of her stomach went very hollow, and her heart thudded along dully as she left the room and headed towards the elevator.
She refused to feel badly about his disappearing act. Refused to give him the satisfaction of it. Because it turned out her instinct had been correct: Declan Archibald was not a man she should let in. He was looking for a bit of fun, and she’d been his toy. And that was the end of it. It wasn’t worth one ounce of
He gave her only a moment, long enough to pull her close and taste her tongue, for her to catch a breath or two and adjust to the size of him stretching her open. And then he gripped the curve of both her hips and guided her into motion above him.
It didn’t take long for either of them. They jolted into a stuttered rhythm, Maggie grinding down on him as he rocked up into her, both of them wordless and breathy, panting through messy kisses and sliding their hands over sweat-slick skin. She wanted to touch more of him, feel the cut of his abs and the strength of his shoulders, but he still wore his suit and she had no coordination left in her to try to strip some of it away, so she hooked arms around his neck and fucked down on him harder and then she was cresting, and he was gritting his teeth, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she crashed over the edge.
Minutes later, slumped against him, she caught her breath enough to say, “That was…”
Crazy, was what it was. A snapshot of manic sexual energy colliding and making them both rut at each other like animals. She wanted to giggle.
He was busy tracing fingertips up and down her spine, his cock still inside her, soft now but so warm and big, still making her feel full. Satisfied.
“You still want me to leave?”
She tutted in exhausted amusement, sat up straight and looked at his sex-roughened face. Felt a surge of fondness rise in her chest, wrap around her heart. “I think I can put up with you for a while longer.”
He ran a hand over the swell of her tummy and up to cup a generous handful of her breast, thumb brushing her hardened nipple through the material of her dress. “You’re exquisite,” he said, and she huffed a mildly embarrassed laugh.
“Shut up,” she muttered back at him, and he kissed her.
7
Maggie
I t took her a moment to figure out what was different as she drifted into consciousness the following morning. She blinked her eyes open, stretched out her back, groaning a little at the pleasure of it—and then it hit her. Pleasure . Declan. Sex. Last night.
Oh God. Instantly she was hit with the dual sensation of absolute satisfaction combined with a little bit of embarrassment. She wasn’t ashamed of what had happened, but she did feel a little off about how easily she’d given in to her desire for the man. She was a make-‘em-wait kind of girl, but it turned out that when it came to Declan, all of her preconceived notions went out the window. It almost made her want to laugh.
She stretched again, smiling, and rolled onto her side.
The bed was empty.
She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest, and glanced around for signs that he was in the bathroom or he’d popped down to get coffee. “Declan?” she called, her voice cracking with sleep. Silence met her.
Mildly unsure of the situation, she got up and began getting herself ready. None of his things were here. Surely he wouldn’t have put his full suit back on to go down and get coffee?
Thirty minutes later, showered and dressed, she had to face the fact that he’d gone. He hadn’t bothered waking her to say goodbye, hadn’t left her a note, not even a message on her phone apologizing for slipping out so early. Nothing.
Ditched her. Again . Taken what he wanted and vanished.
The pit of her stomach went very hollow, and her heart thudded along dully as she left the room and headed towards the elevator.
She refused to feel badly about his disappearing act. Refused to give him the satisfaction of it. Because it turned out her instinct had been correct: Declan Archibald was not a man she should let in. He was looking for a bit of fun, and she’d been his toy. And that was the end of it. It wasn’t worth one ounce of
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