Making Her His (Beating the Biker 1) - Page 87

Her hips moved with him as his cock sent shuddering waves of pleasure through her. The fire built, and she became this one moment of him filling her with his cock, over and over again.

“I’m coming,” she gasped and she split apart, her blood pounding through her, her breath stolen from her lungs. She felt herself pulsing around Luke’s white-hot shaft.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Em,” he cried as he pushed inside hard, then back and hard again. He hesitated on top of her, his abs tightened as his body surrendered to its passions. He moved slowly, trembling as the sensations continued to ride him.

“Fuck,” he said as he dropped beside her. He turned to her, his eyes shining and bright, filled with something she never saw before in another man’s eyes.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but could not speak the words.

He kissed her instead.

Holding each other, they fell asleep. When Emily woke she noticed the digital clock on his bedside said midnight. She tried to rouse him by shaking his shoulder.

“Luke, I need to go home. I have work tomorrow.”

“Fuck work,” he mumbled in his pillow.

“No really,” she insisted.

“I promise more sex, and coffee in the morning, if you let me sleep now,” he groaned. He slid his arm around her hips and began snoring lightly.

Emily fell back against the pillows resolved to wake early. She couldn’t be late for work. Not after the days she’d missed recently. She sighed and snuggled into the curve of Luke’s body.

THE SUN SHONE THROUGH the unclosed blinds. Emily shot up in bed and glanced at the clock. Six! She barely had enough time to make it home, get ready for work, and get there.

“Luke!” she cried, shaking his shoulder.

He mumbled and tried to roll over.

“Luke, I really have to go.” She jumped out of the bed and hastily put on her clothes.

“Where’s the fire?” he asked as he rolled onto his back.

“It’s a little place called work. I have to get ready.”

“Call out. I’ll make you a wonderful breakfast instead.”

She threw his jeans at him. They landed in his face. “No. I’ve missed too much work already.”

“Fine,” he said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “My mornin’ wood disagrees.”

Emily almost reconsidered his offer, seeing his sexy legs and cock slip out from under the covers. No! She needed to be responsible.

He tugged on his jeans without putting on underwear, and stood.

If she had the time she’d rip off his jeans again and suck on every inch of his muscled chest. She swallowed hard and ran her tongue over her lips. Fuck she wanted him badly. Again.

“What?” he asked, oblivious of the effect he was having on her.

“We need to go.” She spun around and hurried out of his bedroom.

She wouldn’t even let Luke stop for coffee, which left him bleary eyed. Her one thought now was getting to work on time. When Luke pulled up to her place all those hopes were nearly dashed.

“What the hell!” she gasped. In front of her house were her parents’ car and a police car, with her parents standing on the front porch with an officer.

“What’s going on?” asked Luke.

“You’d better go. Now!” She jumped out of the SUV without a second glance at him. Thankfully he drove away without arguing.

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