“Don’t know if I should be worried or impressed that you’ve got a box of magnums in there. But then again ... they’re not open, so I’m going with lucky.”
He needs the magnums?I send up a quick prayer of thanks and mumble, “Bought them by accident.” I stare at his perfect chest for a beat while he unzips his jeans, and my attention drops to the equipment he’s packing.
Holy. Hell.
Boone doesn’t notice that I’ve stilled completely as he focuses on tearing open the package and rolling a condom down his tree trunk of a cock.
“It’s not fair for a man to be gorgeous, rich, talented, and have a huge cock, is it?” I ask no one in particular.
When Boone’s deep laugh booms out, I realize what I just said.
“I guess I got lucky in that too.” His blue eyes fix on me. “But I’m about to get luckier.”
He spreads my legs and pulls my ass to the edge of the bed before his cock nudges against my opening.
“You still good with this? Last chance to change your mind before I bury the beast inside you and make you scream my name again.”
Ummm. Let’s stop for a minute and consider—
Fuck it.I nod instead.
“Lemme hear it.”
“Yes! For the love of God, fuck me already, Boone!”
He surges forward. I only have a split second to think my words might have been the tiniest bit hasty because he takes my breath away with the first thrust.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“It’s Boone, sugar. No need to be taking this up with God. Don’t want to be struck down before I get to feel you squeeze my cock as you come.”
With one hand on either side of me, Boone works his hips, pulling back and pushing forward, each stroke unleashing pure pleasure.
How in the world did she ever walk away from him?
It’s the last place my mind should be, but as he drags me toward another orgasm, I can’t help but thank the Lord that Amber Fleet is a straight-up idiot.
Lifting my hips, I buck against him, wanting more andharder, at the same time knowing I’m going to feel like I got railed by a train in the morning.This is totally worth it.
When Boone reaches down and finds my clit,it is over.
“Boone!”
My scream turns his name into eight syllables as my body convulses under him.
His roar fills the room, and he thrusts three more times before going still. Well, everything goes still except for his cock pulsing in my body.
Boone leans forward, his heaving chest pressing against mine as I try to catch my breath. A few moments later, under the heat of his body and with the aftermath of a perfect orgasm washing over my drunken self, my eyes flutter closed and I drift off into sleep.
23
Ripley
The incessant ringing comingfrom somewhere in my apartment wakes me before I’m ready. With one arm, I reach out to smack my nightstand where my cell usually spends the night, but it’s MIA.
I roll over, and the bright light streaming in through my craptastic blackout curtains nearly blinds me. My head pounds, my stomach rolls, and I remember why I rarely drink.
Hangovers blow.