Page 35 of Fiancé for Hire

Drevon glided his hand down her side, marveling at how velvety soft her skin was to his touch. While his hands explored her incredible body, he moved his mouth over her shoulders, licking, and kissing his way down. With every touch of his lips and tongue, she shivered and the sensual sounds she was making amped the desire flowing through him.

He moved lower and cupped her gorgeous breasts again. He never knew he was a breast man until he saw her the other day in that red jumpsuit. Then again tonight in the white strapless dress. Each garment had highlighted her enticing figure, but specifically her full breasts.

Antika moaned and arched into him when he brushed his thumb over her perky nipples shortly before he tugged one into his mouth. He sucked her hard until she cried out.

“Dre!Oh, my goodness.” The way she dug her nails into his shoulders and clawed at his back, made him want to get inside of her.

He eased his mouth from hers. “Turn over and get on your hands and knees,” he said, and she stared at him for a heartbeat then snorted.

“Bossy, are we,” she muttered, but did as he said, giving him an amazing view of her gorgeous ass. The Commodores’ song, “Brick House” played inside his mind as he moved to the edge of the bed and snatched the condom from the nightstand.

As he sheathed himself, he glanced at her and almost lost his shit at what she did next. Gripping the headboard, Antika started twerking. Her hips rocked and her butt jiggled as she moved to whatever music was playing inside her head. Her moves took him back to the dance floor when she’d shocked the hell out of him.

“Babe, if you want this to last for longer than a few minutes, you can’t be making that fine ass of yours clap like that.”

She laughed and kept moving until he eased behind her and nudged her legs apart. It wasn’t until the tip of his dick teased her entrance did she moan, and it sounded like music to his ears.

Drevon slid into her sweet heat, and her internal muscles gripped him like a fitted glove.

Oh, yeah.She was snug around him, but as he began moving inside of her, going a little deeper with each thrust, she adjusted to his size.

“That feels sooooo good,” Antika murmured, her voice thick and sultry as she held onto the fabric-covered headboard and started moving with him.

Drevon gripped her hips tighter as he drove into her, his dick pulsing as he slid and out of her. She matched him stroke for stroke, and a hot tide of lust punched through him, stirring his desire as his pulse pounded loudly in his ears.

“Dre,” she said on a moan, drawing out his name as her breathing increased. “I’m…I’m close.”

With those words, her muscles gripped him so tightly, he feared that he’d come before her. That never happened, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let it happen now.

“Dr—Dre!”

He didn’t stop as she cried out his name. He could feel her getting closer to her release, and he wanted them to come together.

As she moved with him, chasing her orgasm, his thrusts grew more frantic. Adrenaline punched through his body and had him thumping into her like a madman.

“Drevon! Oh, my God, Dre!” She screamed his name over and over as an orgasm ripped through her, and within seconds he was right behind her.

His release slammed into him, and it was as if an electrical current arced through his body and propelled him over a cliff.

“Shit,” he ground out before collapsing against her back. He cursed again, then struggled to lift himself up, knowing that he was probably too heavy.

Like she was doing, he held on to the headboard with one hand, and wrapped his other arm around her, and held her close.

“You okay?” he panted, and placed a kiss against her head.

Antika nodded, and when she released the headboard, they both crumbled to the mattress in a heap.

Laughing, he rolled on to his back and pulled her with him.

“Oh, man,” she breathed and snuggled against his body. “That was intense.”

Drevon agreed. He needed to get up and take care of the condom, but he couldn’t move. So he laid there for a minute, marveling at how good they were together.

He’d had the first taste of what it was like to be with his fiancée, and he couldn’t wait to experience her again.

ChapterEighteen

Hours later, Antika laid staring at the white ceiling as her mind whirled at the pleasure that Drevon had brought her. Three times. Three orgasms in one night had to be a record, which is why it was going to be hard to tell him that they couldn’t do it again.