The Gideon Affair

“So that’s the way it is, hmm?” Edward bucked upwards, seeking.

Leaning over him, her hair making a private space just for them, it seemed perfectly natural to take his wrists in the firmest grip she could manage and haul his arms above their heads. That got his undivided attention … fast.

Kissing him sweetly at first, it didn’t take long for her tongue to explore every inch of his mouth. The sound of his ragged breathing brought her back to Earth.

“This is how it’s going to go,” she murmured between rapid-fire kisses to his chest. That he played along was thrilling because she knew he could overpower her hold on him in two seconds. She liked that he wasn’t so Alpha-beastly that he couldn’t let her be in control.

Did she also know that he was simply biding his time? Eventually, she’d not only give in but also beg him to take over, so I suppose that made him a smart guy.

His eyes were burning with lusty hunger. A part of her needed to satisfy that desire and she knew a pretty good way to try.

“You’re going to stay put, right where you are. Then I’m going to drop a handful of quarters into the Bucking Bull ride.”

He snickered. “Will this be a cold start ride or is there some warm-up?”

“Well, darlin’ … you mentioned down and dirty, and since my aim is to please, that’s exactly what you’ll get. Of course, if that’s too much for you,” she simpered with a naughty wetting of her lips, “I can just lay here and you can do your thing instead.”

“Ha, ha, ha!” Edward’s endearing whoop hit her senses like a starting gun.

“Think I’m fu

Making a point was all well and good, but holy mother of you-know-who; the fullness of his manhood sliding deep shook Paige to her core. Maybe because she was tender from the previous night, the exquisite friction as she pumped her hips up and down on his truly magnificent cock started a tingling along her spine that rocked her.

Letting go of his hands, she stroked his muscled torso, tweaking his nipples, and scraping her fingernails from chin to belly button.

He grunted, and for a moment, his head rolled back and forth. “Hey,” he growled. “Does staying put include not moving?”

It hadn’t taken long to get fuzzy. Desire, arousal, and pleasure had a way of robbing the most eloquent speaker of sensible words.

“Unf. Moving optional—not required.”

“Good.” He kept his arms up but dug his heels into the mattress, widening his legs, which meant she had to as well. Then he broke into a mind-blowing motion that had him thrusting upward—hard—on each of her downward strokes. Their bodies met in the middle, slamming together with such force that they each answered with an earthy grunt.

An aching tightness grew inside her as the bedroom filled with the sounds of their robust fucking. How could it be any better than this?

Throwing her head back with abandon, she let out a keening moan, put her hands on her boobs, and balls-out went on the ride of her life.

He watched her face and knew when she started to fall behind. Hot, sticky pleasure poured from her body. The squeezing of his cock with her i

The soft cry she made sounded miles away as her brain started melting. “Edward, please.”

The second the words were out of her mouth, his hands grabbed her waist so she no longer had control.

“You will hold absolutely still. I mean it,” he commanded, his fingers digging into her flesh.

She grabbed onto his shoulders in order to remain upright, shuddering with desire as she sat impaled on his hard shaft.

“Do you like that, baby? My big cock deep inside you?”

“Ahhh.” That was all she had.

He smacked her butt, which made her pussy clench. Oh, the devil.

Then he did something that there were no words to explain. His knees pulled up and his feet dug in as he slowly lifted his midsection until her knees left the bed and she was dangling. His shaft was so deep she started to tremble and whimper from the sensation. His muscle control was as impressive as his cock.

She came in a rush, her hips wildly jerking as the spasms left her senseless. “That’s my good girl,” Edward purred. “Come all over my cock. Make it wet and slick so I can fuck you the way you need.”

What? There was more? Blinding convulsions overtook her body. She did more than come, crying, “Oh god, Edward,” over and over until there was nothing.

As she drifted, shaking uncontrollably while the spasms slowly calmed, he rolled them and framed her face with his hands.

“Now, we fuck, my beautiful lady, and you will come again because you won’t be able to help it.”

Her mouth opened, but nothing sounding like words formed. Mostly, she moaned.

When he levered back, grabbed her legs, and put them over his shoulders, shit got serious in a hurry. Her insides clenched. He went deeper. She closed her eyes and arched. He grunted.

“Fuck,” Edward roared as all pretense of control eluded both of them. Bucking wildly, he hammered home with blazing ferocity. The sound of their bodies slamming together punctuated each thrust.

Impossibly, another orgasm began building only this one threatened to shatter Paige into a million pieces. Flailing blindly, she touched his face; he kissed her fingers, tonguing the palm of her hand.

“How do you like mornings now?”

His thrusts got harder and deeper, fast then slow. Her body felt like she was free falling.

“Now, Paige. Come with me now, sweetheart.”

The dam broke. Every muscle went berserk. Her neck corded from the exquisite tension and mind-blowing release. She screamed or maybe she whimpered. Two sides of the same coin. He was hoarsely crying out her name while his powerful hips jerked wildly as he came inside her.

A filmy darkness wrapped around her. The last thing her mind processed was the sound of his voice calling out to her and the sensation of her body’s honeyed response.

“I’m afraid to turn my phone on.”

Not a feeling he couldn’t understand. They’d deliberately switched off last night, so the Hollywood thing didn’t overtake the evening. At the time, neither of them had anticipated that the temporary disco

Paige was sitting on his lap at the table while they picked at a fruit bowl and made out like horny high school kids. It was ten thirty and they were just getting around to joining the human race, courtesy of an off-the-hook morning fuckfest that went from his bed, to the shower, and ended in the dressing room with his dick in her mouth. She’d licked her lips like a well-fed cat afterward, saucily declaring, “Protein for breakfast.”

He was enjoying the private bubble they were in and was dragging his feet about letting the world intrude.

He popped a red grape into her mouth. “Mmm. Yum. Anyway, maybe I should have called Carolyn last night. What do you think? Is it too late?”

Oh, it was most definitely too late. By now, she’d placed the bait and cell phones were lighting up all over town. “Mickey’s got her under control. She jumped at the chance to impress the old fuck.”

She quieted and sat in deep thought. “Think we should call our parents?”

Their folks would be contacted in due time, but there was something else they needed to deal with first. Something he’d decided on at daybreak that only became more important as the morning wore on.

“We’ll do all that later. There’s something we need to talk about before any phone calls are made.”