Breathe With Me (Playing For Keeps #5)

by Becka Mack

“Cute you think you make the rules.” I roll my hips, taking him a little further, and I squeeze, smiling when he gasps. “Fuck me like you mean it, Mr. Brodie.” Fingertips brush my hips as his hands move to the counter, pressing in as he hovers above me. “Can I be honest with you, Mrs. Brodie?” “Always. Marriage is built on it, right?” Electric eyes lift to mine. “I’ve got a condom. Right there in my wallet. Always use one.” His tongue runs across his lips, and I can’t help but reach forward, touch his broad chest, run the tip of my finger across those immaculately carved muscles. “For the first time in my life, I don’t want to. No excuses, no lines, I’m just fucking desperate to feel all of you.” He drags a kiss across my collarbone, up my throat, stopping at the corner of my mouth. “Tell me to wear it. I already know I’ll never say no to you.” I should, shouldn’t I? I don’t know this man. And yet, “I’m on the pill” is what leaves my foolish mouth, followed by “and all clear.” Something dark skitters through his eyes, something…possessive. “Me too.” And then, that foolish, desperate mouth of mine finds his ear, pressing a throaty, greedy “Give me your cock” to the shell of it. And he does. Jesus, he does. There’s no warning. No slow, no gentle. It’s a roller-coaster descent into madness as Emmett Brodie tosses one of my legs over his arm, pins the other down, and drives himself inside me. My soul promptly leaves my body, and my back bows as he slams inside me, over and ove...