Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

He fucked me fast and deep against the corridor wall.

My fingernails latched onto his waist, finding bare skin, loving the way his hips pumped. “Yes, damn that feels good.”

“I’ll never get enough of you.” He kissed me, rode me.

We panted and grunted, clawing for more.

We’d done a fine job at christening this house. In his shower, kitchen, lounge, bedroom, even the outside veranda when I’d tried to leave one night and it proved too much for both of us. The pole holding up the porch had creaked as I held on, moaning as he took me from behind.

But this? This corridor hadn’t been christened yet and holy hell it felt amazing.

The only thing that wasn’t perfect was the open front door that had a perfect view to the shadows where we fooled around.

It shouldn’t have mattered.

Rupert and Polly were chilling on the side of the house away from hearing or seeing our frisky business.

So it didn’t compute in my sex-obsessed brain when a silhouette suddenly appeared in the entrance and a feminine voice said, “Hello?”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

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Ryder

SHIT, SHIT, SHIT.

My forehead crashed against Vesper’s as I struggled to stop my body’s natural motion and cease thrusting into her. “Is there or is there not someone at the front door?” I squeezed my eyes, hissing in frustration. “The bloody front door that we left wide open?”

Vesper pushed my shoulders, grabbing the hem of her dress as we disengaged.

My cock threatened to come.

It fucking hurt pulling out of her before I’d finished.

Whoever our impromptu guest was pinned us with their gaze. I felt that death stare right down to my unsatisfied balls.

“Unfortunately, your ears did not deceive you,” Ves whispered, quickly straightening her hair and wiping her kiss-swollen lips. “Put that weapon away.”

Turning to the side, so the damn visitor didn’t see my junk, I winced as I tucked away the throbbing-for-the-finish-line erection. There was no disguising it though. I made the executive decision to tuck the length beneath my belt to keep it flat against my stomach and made sure the tip was covered by my t-shirt. It would work until it deflated and then I’d have to do some subtle rearranging.

Vesper shed herself of sex before I did and waltzed from the shadowy corridor with her hand outstretched. “Hello, I’m Vesper. Can I help you?”

The visitor stood haloed in late afternoon sunshine; I blinked against the glare. Sticking both hands into my pockets, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I joined the two women who were shaking hands.

“Hi Vesper. I was wondering if Ryder Carson was available?”

Me?

What the fuck?

“Who’s asking?” My voice was still gruff from being inside my woman. I cleared my throat. Anger that someone had trespassed on our relaxing day overflowed.

Then the woman sidestepped, blocking the sun and revealing my worst nightmare.

Michelle.

As in my ex-Michelle.