5. Brady

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brADY

H er kiss consumes me. Undoes me. Shatters me.

I break away, struggling to catch my breath. The sight of Claire hits me low in the gut—her lips swollen from our kisses, her hair working loose from that braid I’ve watched her fix a thousand times. The swells of her curves makes my cock ache so goddamn hard.

But she’s still just as forbidden as she’s always been.

“You should go home,” I grit out. But my hands betray me, still resting on her hips, unwilling to let her move away.

“Is that what you really want?” Claire asks. The question is gentle, giving me space to be honest. To say yes and mean it, if that’s what I need.

“No.” The truth slips out before I can stop it. “But you should go anyway. This is a bad idea.”

“Why?” Her eyes lock with mine, dark with challenge. “Give me one good reason.”

I let out a harsh breath, forcing myself to focus despite the distracting warmth of her body so close to mine. “I can give you several. You work for me, Claire. I’m your boss. And I’m much older than you. This could get real messy, real fast. It’s not a good idea.”

“Maybe,” she says. “But people do things that aren’t smart all the time.”

“Claire…”

“I’m not trying to push you into anything. But I need you to know that I want this. I want you, Brady. I’ve wanted you for a long, long time.”

Hearing her say that pulls me over the edge. The last threads of my resistance snap, and I’m done pretending I don’t want this just as badly. I’m done denying this thing that’s been growing between us since the day she walked onto my ranch. I’m just fucking done.

I pull her to me, claiming her mouth with mine, a kiss full of feverish heat. She melts into me, her body soft and yielding and hungry all at once. Her lips part, inviting me in, and my tongue sweeps in, claiming her. She tastes sweet, so fucking sweet, and I can’t get enough.

Claire’s hands roam up my chest, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons on my shirt. She pushes it off my shoulders, her palms gliding over my bare skin. I growl into her mouth, the feel of her touch igniting a wildfire within me. I grip the hem of her top, yanking it up and over her head. Her bra follows, unhooked and discarded, leaving her breasts bare and heaving.

I dip my mouth down, capturing one hardened nipple between my lips. She moans my name, a sound that sends a jolt of untamed lust straight to my groin. I suck and nip, lavishing attention on each breast in turn. Her fingers tangle in my hair, holding me to her, as if I’d ever want to be anywhere else.

I lower her onto her back, my hands making quick work of her pants, tugging them over her wide hips. After I get them off, she relaxes against the sofa cushions, a vision in nothing but her panties. Her thick thighs part a little, revealing a glimpse of the paradise hidden beneath the thin fabric. Her belly is soft, inviting, and I want to trace every curve with my tongue.

“You’re perfect,” I rasp, my voice hoarse with desire. “So fucking perfect.”

I slide my hands up her thighs, thumbs teasing the edge of her panties. She squirms, hips lifting, aching for my touch.

I pull the fabric aside, groaning at the sight of her glistening cunt. I stroke her swollen clit, slowly and deliberately, before slipping a finger inside her. She’s so wet, so ready, her juices coating my finger.

I can’t wait any longer. I need to taste her.

I dip my head between her thighs, inhaling her scent. It’s intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and desire. I lick her slit, a long, slow stroke that has her straining against my mouth. She tastes like heaven, and I’m instantly addicted. I suck her clit, savoring every second as I slide two fingers deep inside her.

Her moans fill the room, a sound of pleasure that spurs me on. I feast on her, licking and sucking, my fingers curling inside her, finding that spot that makes her gasp. Her hips grind against my face, her body trembling as she nears her release.

When she comes, it’s with a cry that echoes through the room, her pussy pulsing against my mouth.

Afterward, Claire sits up, breathless, her cheeks flushed and eyes dreamy. She reaches for me, her fingers fumbling with the button on my pants. I stand and shuck them off, letting my cock spring free. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t shy away. Instead, she reaches out, wrapping her hand around my thick length.

My hips jerk as she strokes me. Christ, I’m already leaking cum. I swallow back a curse and move over her on the sofa, pinning her down as she wraps her thick thighs around my waist.

Reaching between us, I fist my cock and guide it to her entrance. I push in, a slow, steady slide into her tight, wet heat. Her cunt grips me like a vice, velvety and hot. Our mouths meet, tongues tangling as I roll my hips, fucking her slowly and deeply.

“Oh, god,” she moans against my mouth, her nails digging into my back. “ Brady .”

I quicken my pace, the sofa creaking beneath us. Her breathing grows faster, higher, her skin hot everywhere it touches mine.

A whole fucking year. I can’t believe we held back for as long as we did. Because this—this—oh, Jesus Christ, does this ever feel right.

“I’m gonna—oh, God, Brady—” Claire pants, her mouth falling open as she moans.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I rasp.

And then she does, her pussy squeezing tight around me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I’m lost in the sensation, in the feel of her, in the sound of her cries. My own orgasm slams into me, a freight train of pleasure that leaves me seeing stars. I spill into her, my cock pulsing with my release.

I stay inside her as we kiss, breathless and slow. Her heartbeat is pounding in time with mine. I pull back, looking down at her. Her eyes are soft, beautiful.

I could spend the rest of my life looking at those eyes.

I slowly pull out of her and fall back against the sofa. My eyes trail down her curves, all the way down to her perfect pussy. My cum drips from her, a sight that fills me with a primal satisfaction.

“Christ, Claire,” I murmur.

She laughs, her eyes gleaming with affection. “Yeah…that was…”

“Something else.”

“Mm-hmm.” Her rosy tits rise and fall as she breathes. “It sure was.”

My cock throbs, already ready for another round. The sofa creaks as I move over her again, settling between her spread thighs, my body eclipsing her curves. Claire aches against me as I push into her again, moaning my name as I slide into her cum-soaked pussy.