Just One Night, Carly Phillips [read me like a book txt] 📗

the same time he thrust hard and deep, filling her completely.

She groaned at the invasion, stars flashing behind her eyelids as she took all of him and adjusted to his size. “God, you feel good.”

She hadn’t realized how much she needed him just like this. Pulsing inside her, and she wanted to remember him after this was over. She needed him to take her hard. To make her his. At least this once.

“Fucking perfection,” he said, as he withdrew and slid back, testing her wetness.

“I’m good,” she assured him. “And I won’t break.”

His eyes glittered with desire, and he treated her to a brief nod, a sensual smile, and then he began to take her in earnest, pounding into her in a way no man had ever done before.

She raised her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, wrapping her legs around his waist, and letting him take control, something he was exceptionally good at doing. And he was so good at finding the right spot inside her. Nobody had ever made her come this way. It always took work, more than most men were willing to put in.

Not Linc. Somehow he knew her body already. His strong arms held his upper body as his hips did the work, thrusting into her, taking her, consuming her. With every plunge, his pubic bone ground into her clit and brought her higher and closer to completion. She shut her eyes and gave herself up to sensation. The feel of him overpowering her was heady.

She wasn’t prepared when he slid his hand between their lower bodies and pressed his finger against her clit. She gasped and cried out, shocking herself with the sound.

“Oh, God, Linc!”

“Yes,” he ground out. “Again. I need to hear you say my name when you come.” The pad of his finger rubbed against her, and when she couldn’t take another second, he thrust back in, hitting her G-spot and sending her soaring.

“Linc!” She shattered into a million pieces, glorious waves of sensation overtaking her, her orgasm going on and on.

Above her, he pounded into her, seeking his own release, and when he came, he took her up and over once more.

Suddenly he stilled, the sound of his low, guttural groan bringing her back to herself as he collapsed on top of her, his breath labored in her ear.

She wasn’t sure how long he remained there, his big body covering hers while they each attempted to catch their breath. Finally he rolled off her, and she felt the loss as he pulled out, and suddenly reality came crashing back.

She’d slept with Linc. Her boss. Her best friend. Her everything. She closed her eyes and tried to pull herself together, searching desperately for the best way to handle things between them now.

What could she say? Thanks for the best sex ever, no other man will ever compete with how you made me feel, but this can never happen again?

She winced.

The thought of never experiencing such a sense of overwhelming completeness hit her hard, but what choice did she have? Nothing fundamental between them had changed. He was Linc Kingston, real estate mogul and a man of immense wealth and privilege, and she was his assistant.

She was also his best friend and he was hers, and she didn’t want to lose their connection. He’d never had a long-term, serious relationship before. Not one he’d mentioned, anyway.

He typically steered clear of entanglements, and if he ever married, Jordan wouldn’t be the woman he chose. Her stomach cramped at the thought of their friendship changing because he found someone he loved, and she pushed aside the painful possibility. With all those thoughts circling around and around in her brain, she was making herself dizzy with anxiety.

Beside her, he removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue he’d grabbed from the side of the bed, and placed it on the nightstand.

Way before she was ready to face him, he met her gaze.

“That was incredible,” she blurted out first and wished she could snatch the words back. Talk about awkward.

He reached out and caressed her cheek. “It sure as hell was.”

Relief washed over her at his words, and she leaned into the comforting feel of his touch.

“But you know it can’t happen again,” he said, his voice gruff.

She blinked at the unexpected words, swallowing the lump in her throat. Although she’d had the same sentiment going through her mind a few seconds before, hearing him say it crushed her anyway.

She drew in a deep breath and let it out before answering. “Don’t worry. I’m not the type to confuse sex with something more.”

The bed still smelled of them, and she couldn’t lie by his side and stare at him any longer. Turning, she slid off the mattress, bending to grab her robe from the floor.

After wrapping the heavy material around herself, she forced herself to look at him. “We’re good,” she assured him, hoping saying the words out loud would make them true.

“You sure?” he asked, concern in both his voice and his expression.

She nodded. He’d stretched out on the mattress, and his gorgeous face and muscled body had arousal rising once more.

Nope. Not going to happen.

Shower time, she thought, and walked away, closing herself in the bathroom and locking the door behind her.

*     *     *

Son of a bitch. What had he been thinking? Linc thought in disgust. The answer was clear. He hadn’t been. One look at Jordan, her defenses down from sleep, looking so beautiful, the robe gaping and revealing her gorgeous body, and all rational thought fled. Gone was the man who’d been able to keep their relationship strictly in the friend zone. In its place was a heady desire he hadn’t been able to fight.

He knew they were in agreement about where things stood. Their professional relationship and friendship were more important than sexual need. But he hadn’t anticipated how good she would feel when he entered her. How perfect her body would mold to his, clasping him in tight, wet heat, cushioning his dick