Page 29 of The Forces of Love

Her lips were soft against his. No doubt she’d complain later about having to fix her lipstick, but for now, she melted into the kiss.

“For as long as I can have you, you’re mine.”

* * *

SOPHIE

Between work and their sexfest, two and a half months had passed before Sophie realized. Making this the longest situationship she’d ever been in.

“No, that’s not gonna work at all,” he said. Then he gripped her legs, thumbs hooked behind her knees, and bent her in half.

This time he went hard. Confident. Sexy.

“Much better,” he grunted.

Sophie had to agree.

“You close?”

She swallowed and heaved a breath. “Yeah, I’m gonna, gonna…”

“Yes, fu—Fuck!” Mitch’s whole body spasmed as he came, but rather than a look of euphoria, his face was screwed up in pain. Hissing, he pulled out, clutching his calf. “I think I pulled something.”

And Sophie couldn’t help it. The combination of orgasmic high and the sound of Mitch’s alternatingah, ahin pleasure and pain as he came on her stomach sent her into a fit of laughter.

She was still floating down from her own orgasm, but in truth, it always felt this easy with Mitch. Light, loose, comfortable.

She was in a world of trouble.

* * *

MITCH

“You’re so fucking good at that,” Sophie panted, chest heaving as she collapsed beside him, one arm slung over his waist. Soon, she’d push away, remind him they needed sleep. Then he’d slowly get cleaned up and dress, all the while hoping she’d change her mind, pull him back into bed, and never let him leave.

She never did, but for the next five minutes, he could pretend. Could live in the hope that they could have this, could simply be… together. Outside of work. Outside of the sex.

They fit together so perfectly that he was starting to forget what his life had been like without Sophie by his side, the steady pulse of her heart beating against his ribs, her fingers drawing patterns on his chest.

Sophie was a hot, smart, mouthy chick who got all sweet and shit when she thought no one was looking.

Andshe was letting him touch her. Naked.

If that wasn’t winning the “phenomenal things that don’t happen to Mitch Langford” lottery, he didn’t know what was.

All he needed to do now was not fuck it up. If he was anyone else, that would be easy. But Mitch had never been great at not testing limits. Just ask any of his high school teachers. Except Mr. Grady. Fuck that guy.

Boldly, he captured her hand in his, linking them together, and laid them over his heart. Could she feel the way it beat for her?

Sophie let out a shaky breath, and Mitch waited for her to pull away.

“Hey, Mitch?” she whispered.

“Yeah?” He didn’t dare look at her. Didn’t want the moment to end.

She buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her voice was as soft as the brush of her smile against his skin. “I like you a lot.”

Emotion, intense and overwhelming, rippled through him. If asked, he would have written a hundred songs, climbed a thousand hills, embarrassed himself a million times over. Anything she needed.

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