Page 32 of Rough Sketch

I kicked my shoes off, shook my head. "Not right now. I took a nap on the flight."

"Good thinking." He edged my feet apart as he kneaded his thumbs down my back. I heard the rustle of fabric and felt his pajama bottoms drop to the floor. His hard cock slapped my belly, hot and hungry for attention. He dragged his stubbled chin over my neck, between the open collar of my blouse. "But you'll be tired when I'm finished with you."

Matilde slunk off to the sunny guest bedroom she'd claimed as her own while Gus freed me from my clothing. His fingertips drew patterns up and down my spine, and then lower, over my ass, slipping inside me.

"Miz Malik," he growled. "Oh, my beautiful girl. You are wet like the ocean."

"I have been away for nineteen days," I replied.

He offered another growl as he turned me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and walked me toward the living room, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. A two-story wall of windows showcased all of Talbott's Cove and Penobscot Bay. He gathered several pillows from the sofa as we passed, tossing them to the floor in front of the window.

"Down," he ordered with a gentle shove.

I dropped to the floor and settled my knees on the pillows I'd selected for this precise purpose—but no one else had to know that. Gus joined me, an arm tight around my waist as he layered his body over mine. His erection slid through my slit and the early spasms of release danced up my legs, circled my ribs, prickled my scalp.I am so ready for this.When he finally thrust inside me, his cock gloriously thick and heavy, our cries echoed in the cavernous space.

"Your cunt missed me something fierce." He fisted my hair, angling my head to drag his teeth over my neck. "Did you play with it while you were gone? Did you open the curtains in your suite and spread your legs and tease this little clit until you came?"

"Once or twice," I replied.

Gus released my hair and reached down, slapping my mound as he slammed into me. "More than that," he said. Slapped again, and again. His chest tightened against my back, his muscles pulled taut, his breaths coming fast, his control eroding with each measured stroke. "More than that, sparrow."

"Did you miss me?" I asked.

He didn't answer right away, only delivering another fast, sharp slap between my legs. Then, "The next time you're alone in a hotel room with your legs spread, I expect a phone call. I want to hear it happening."

Gus pumped into me, his fingers swirling around my clit as he sucked my neck. "That can be arranged."

"Neera," he said, groaning. "Oh, fuck, I—fuuuuck."

"Yes," I panted. "Tell me."

"You should've woken me up by sitting on my face."

"Next time," I promised.

"I fucking love you," he snarled. He came with a hoarse shout and his teeth on my shoulder, and I followed. We stayed there, quaking, panting, and I wanted this little moment to last forever.

"I love you too," I whispered.

He pulled out, and slapped my ass. "Welcome home, sparrow."

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