Celia Kyle Read Free

apparent sanctuary, then closed the door once the man left.
    With the need and desire to be bent over any flat surface lingering, she couldn’t really find the energy, or inclination, to care about his aggressive behavior.
    Maya came to Genesis to help take her mind off of Henry, but this…and these feelings…were completely foreign, unexpected. When she was deciding whether or not to come, she’d figured she’d get turned-on, have a little fun, and then leave, once the “thank you, ma’am” of the “wham, bam” portion of the night came to pass.
    Now, she wasn’t all that sure that if she was to get a taste of Alex…that once would be enough.
    He led her deeper into the room and she got the impression of dark wood, masculine furniture, but he didn’t give her a chance to look around. Within a few steps he had her captured, with her leaning against the back of the sofa while he loomed over her, his rock-hard erection pressed against her hips.
    “What’s your name?” His mouth hovered near hers, his heated breath fanning her skin. Close enough to kiss, but he didn’t close the distance.
    “Maya.” She licked her lips, mouth and throat dry. “Maya Josephs.”
    He leaned forward and she thought he would kiss her, take her mouth and show her his skills. No, he only nuzzled the line of her jaw, just below her ear, continuing on until his face was pressed against the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He inhaled deep, brushing her nipples with his chest, causing her pussy to tighten, causing more of her cream to dampen her already wet panties. When he exhaled his warm breath teased her skin, with more of her need pouring through her, her arousal rising even higher.
    A groan sounded from his chest and he pressed closer still, his form aligned with hers from chest to knees, allowing her to feel his body’s responses.
    This felt too good to be bad, and though she really wasn’t the kind of girl to open her legs for a guy from the get-go, she’d be lyin’ if that hadn’t been her plan for the night.
    It most certainly was.
    “Maya…” He sounded tortured, aroused, yet torn. “I should make you leave. Right now. This instant.”
    Maya whimpered, rocked her hips against Alex’s, hoping she could be enough of a temptress so he wouldn’t send her away. Because… He was like a twelve on the fuck-me-now scale. “No…please…don’t.”
    She hadn’t been able to keep Henry in her bed, not with her curves and “fat” body, but she hoped she could lure Alex just a bit further. Okay, a lot further, since she wanted him naked and fucking her before the night was over.
    “My sweet, you shouldn’t stay. You don’t understand.” His voice sounded deeper, rougher, and needy as hell.
    “I’m a big girl, Alex.” She almost snorted at the pun. Almost. “One night.” She reached between them, stroked his cloth-covered dick from top to bottom and back again, making sure she squeezed and pressed while she pet him. “I’m not asking for anything more. Just this one night…”
    He moved his hands, face still buried against her neck, breathing deep as he caressed her arms, fingers trailing over her exposed skin, his teasing touch leaving goose bumps in its wake. At the top of her dress he traced the edge, then over her breasts, making her gasp.
    “You don’t know what a sweet temptation you are, Maya.” He hooked his finger beneath the hem and tugged, exposing more of her abundant flesh and nipples to the cool air.
    She whimpered, aching and needing more of his pleasurable touch. “Alex…”
    Yes, she had a good chance of winning the “Slut of the Year” award this time around. No doubt. But as far as she knew, one-nighters were supposed to be all about the quick fuck. So yeah, she probably was doing something right.
    Another pull and she thought she heard the tearing of cloth, but then he cupped one of her bare breasts, thumb tracing her hard nubbin’, and she couldn’t give a flying fuck if he’d