Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90009 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
My hips shift instinctively, silently begging him to make good on that promise.
And Steele gives it to me, driving deeper until there’s no space left between us.
Until I’m so full of him that it feels like we were made for this.
He builds a rhythm that has my toes curling and moans tumbling out unchecked. Every drag of his cock makes me feel adored, fucked, claimed. He hits something deep inside me that makes my vision blur and my fingers clench in the sheets.
“You’re taking me so damn good,” he groans. “This pussy was made for me.”
I can’t argue.
Even more than that, I don’t want to.
Because it feels true.
His pace builds.
Faster.
Harder.
My body meets each piston with equal desperation. His grip on my hips tightens as he pounds into me, relentless and perfect. My skin is damp, my thighs shaking, and I know I’m close.
The tension inside me coils tighter with every steady roll of his hips.
Every low groan he presses into my skin.
Every whispered word that falls from his lips.
“So beautiful. So damn perfect.”
The pleasure continues to build until it’s sharp, sweet, and all-consuming.
Until I’m teetering on the edge.
And when he reaches around, finding my clit with skilled fingers and stroking me in perfect time with his thrusts, I find myself dancing on the brink, barely able to hold it together.
“Steele—”
“I know, baby,” he rasps. “Let go. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
I shatter with a cry, my muscles clenching around him as my vision goes hazy and stars explode behind my eyelids. My entire body tightens, pulsing with pleasure so intense it makes my knees buckle.
Steele growls before following me over the edge. His hips drive deep one final time as he spills inside me with a hoarse shout of my name.
For a long moment, we cling to each other, unsteady and silent, lost in the aftershocks.
He eases out of me before gathering me up into his arms.
“You’re mine now, Lilah,” he mutters against my hair, voice rough with emotion.
And nestled against him, heart still racing, body still humming with the echo of him inside me, I know it’s true.
For the first time in my life, I understand what it means to be thoroughly fucked.
And nothing has ever felt more incredible.
34
STEELE
Ilean against the counter as Lilah moves around the kitchen. Her hair is tied in a knot at the top of her head, and a loose sweater slips off one shoulder as she carefully arranges slices of cheese and cured meats on a wooden board.
I’ve never wanted to devour someone for slicing cheese and arranging almonds in my life. I didn’t even think it was a possibility.
“You know it’s going to get demolished within ten minutes, right?” I say, grinning as she carefully displays a stack of crackers.
Lilah doesn’t bother looking up from what she’s doing. “This isn’t for you guys. It’s for the girls, and we actually appreciate the effort.”
She grabs a sprig of rosemary, tucking it between the crackers like she’s plating a Michelin-star meal. “Pretty sure Callie, Rina, and Sloane won’t care how fancy it looks.”
A smile trembles around the corners of her lips. “You just don’t understand the art of a good charcuterie board, Sanderson. Presentation matters.”
I push off the counter and wander toward her, my movements deliberate. “Oh, is that right?”
She reaches for the olives, completely unfazed when I step in behind her, slide an arm around her waist, and nuzzle the curve of her neck. “Steele,” she warns with a laugh.
I nibble at the spot just below her ear. “You smell like vanilla and rosemary.”
“You’re going to mess up my platter.”
“I’d like to mess up way more than that.”
With a chuckle, she gently elbows me away. “I have things to do before the girls get here. You, however, need to get ready to go.”
I groan dramatically. “Are you kicking me out of my own penthouse?”
“Yup. You and the guys can go bond over beer and bad decisions.”
She’s right, I should probably get moving, but something about Lilah in my kitchen, at home in my space, makes it almost impossible to walk away.
I fucking love it.
Before I can fire back a response, my cell chimes with a notification that guests are on the way up.
Looks like girls’ night has officially begun.
I head to the elevator to greet Callie and Rina. Waffles trails behind me, batting a ball back and forth as I find the two women loaded down with wine and takeout bags.
Callie gives a small smile as she adjusts the strap of her purse. “Hi, Steele.”
She’s always been a little tentative. Reserved. Especially since her split from Zane.
Rina on the other hand? There’s not a shy bone in her body. It’s probably because wrangling players as the team’s head of PR requires a certain level of confidence.
She lifts a dark brow in greeting. “Thanks for letting us use your place tonight,” she says, brushing past me into the entryway. “We’ll try not to get too wild.”