Breaking Away (Assassins, #5)(37)

Never in her life had she felt so thoroughly pleased sexually until she met Phillip. Slowly pulling out of her, he brought her with him, sitting her in his lap as they caught their breath. Moving his hands up her torso to cup her breast, he kissed her neck and jaw before giving her a long, lusty kiss that curled her toes. Pulling back, he kissed her nose and then her lips again. Her hand came up, cupping his beautiful face as he continued to kiss her in a drugging sort of way. Parting from her lips, he smiled, moving his nose along hers. It felt so intimate and so perfect, but she knew it wasn’t. This was their last time together. It had to be.

“Last time, right?”

He smiled as he nodded.

“Sure.”

She eyed him and his grin. Something about that wasn’t very convincing.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I… now lay on your back,” he said, kissing up her neck.

“Why?” she asked, confused, but enjoying the way his lips felt on her.

“Because I’m far from done with you.”

Oh, she was so screwed because, for the first time in years, that simple sentence had Reese Allen swooning.





3 days later…

“LAST TIME.”

“Definitely.”

Gasping against Phillip’s mouth, Reese pulled his shirt up, exposing his chest for her to bite. He had come over just to drop off a monthly check, but he showed up in shorts. Shorts that outlined every single inch of his delectable cock. How was she supposed to stay off him when he was sporting a semi? It was impossible.

Moaning, Reese lengthened her neck for Phillip as he nibbled and licked up it, while slowly moving her back towards her desk. When the back of her thighs hit, he stopped and kissed down her stomach, pulling her shorts down as he went.

“You drive me insane with these shorts,” he muttered against her dripping wet center.

Moving her hands into her hair, she cried out as he ran his tongue along her.

“Thank God,” she cried out before she heard a crashing sound. Before she could find out what it was, Phillip had her up on the desk with his cock inside her. As he feverishly moved in and out of her, she had to know what he had broken. Looking down, she found that it was her favorite picture.

“You broke my picture of Dimitri!” she said, causing him to still inside her.

He looked down at where the picture lay, broken, and then looked back up at her. His face broke into a grin before he said, “I’ll buy you a new one and bring it over.”

She shot him an intimate smile as he nibbled at her lips. “Sounds good,” she said breathlessly. “Now, as you were.”

Kissing her quickly, Phillip pulled away and started back to the feverish rhythm he had before.

All Reese could do was hold on.



The next day….

“Oh, God,” Reese gasped as she held onto the back of her couch, her fingers gripping the cushions as Phillip pounded into her from behind. “Phillip, oh God,” she yelled out.

Lifting her leg, he wrapped it around his waist and slowly moved inside her in slow, mind-blowing thrusts. He filled her completely and for the love of everything holy, she loved it. He was honestly the best lay ever. As his fingers bit into her thighs, his lips tracing kisses up her spine, all she could do was cry out, enjoying the feeling he was giving her. When he bit into her shoulder, she moaned but smiled when he kissed up her neck, sucking her lobe in his mouth. Reaching around her with his other hand, he cupped her sex, pressing his fingers against her clit before speeding up his strides, his body slapping against hers.

“Oh, my, God.”

Phillip’s chuckles tickled her ear as she shattered beneath his hand. Screaming out, she squeezed his cock with her body as he pushed harder inside her. Her hips dug into the back of the couch, but she didn’t care. She was flying up in the pretty, pink orgasm clouds. Collapsing, she fought for breath as Phillip moved frantically inside her until he finally came, his hard groan filling the room. Lying against her, he kissed up her shoulders, then her neck and jaw, before finding her mouth. Closing her eyes tight, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted this man, but God, did she ever.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she said, her eyes searching his.

“Hey, all I did was bring over a picture frame. You attacked me,” he said with a dazzling grin.

“Whatever! You pulled my bra down.”

“And then you started to jack me off! I wasn’t walking away from that!”

She thought for a moment, biting down on her lip as she held his gaze.

“Okay, this is all true.”

“I know, you jumped me.”

“Whatever, it’s the last time though, Phillip. Seriously. We can’t keep doing this. It’s getting out of hand.”

With a shrug, Phillip moved his lips along hers, kissing her so sensually that she completely forgot why it was a bad idea for her to be with him like this. As they parted, he picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down, kissing down the hollow of her neck as she felt him coming back to life between her legs. When he went in for another kiss, she stopped him.

“Last time,” she said, sternly, even though she didn’t even believe herself.

“Absolutely.”

Her eyes narrowed but when he flashed a naughty smile, she could only smile back.