Page 98 of Dr. Single Dad

This.

Bliss.

The stubble on his chin chafes against my thighs and I start to vibrate—my entire body shakes with desire. For him. For this moment. For Dax.

I’m vaguely aware of the sounds I’m making, but I’m powerless to stop them. The moaning, the pleading, the need for it all. It’s impossible to hold back. Dax gets all of me, all the time, and I can only hope I get the same from him.

He slips a finger into me and his head falls forward as I clench. “Fuck, Eira.” He works me with his fingers and mouth. I try to focus on something other than what I’m feeling, because otherwise it’s going to be over too soon and I want this exact moment to last forever. But I’m not in control of my body. Dax is. And he has other ideas.

He presses on the delicate flesh between the bottom of my stomach and my mound with one hand and uses his fingers on the other, coaxing and cajoling me. His tongue is on me, and I’m lost in sensation. I have no power in this moment.

Dax owns me.

And that’s exactly how I want it.

My orgasm explodes out of me like a long-confined tiger from its cage.

“You’re a fucking goddess,” he says, crawling over me. I’m throbbing all over, breathing like I just ran a marathon, my muscles atrophied, my sense of space and time erased.

I try to focus, watching as he slides a condom on. It’s such a relief to see. To know that soon, I’ll feel him inside me.

I gasp as he pushes into me, filling me right up to the hilt. Something tells me I’ll never get used to how alive I feel when we’re like this, our bodies as one, minds as one.

He moves over me, our gazes connected. I see every burst of pleasure in his eyes, feel his body tightening with every move closer to his summit. I hear each grunt of ecstasy and know it’s all for me. In that moment, I understand that I’mmadefor him.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Eira,” he whispers, his voice thick as he moves into me. “So beautiful.”

He hits the perfect spot, the perfect rhythm, the perfect drag. I lift my legs, locking them around his waist as he drives deeper and deeper into me. So deep that I wonder if I’ll ever come back from this orgasm.

Sweat glistens around his hairline and by the tightness in his jaw, the strain of the tendons in his neck, I know he’s close. I take a breath, feeling my climax thundering inside me, getting louder and louder and louder.

“I love you,” I cry out as I tilt over the edge. Dax tenses—pressing, pushing, pulsing into me.

He collapses over me, and I wrap my arms around him and send a small prayer up to the universe.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” I say on a sigh.

“Always.” He rolls off me and lands with a splat on the rug-less wooden floor.

I laugh. “Are you okay?”

“Never been better.”

I lean onto his chest. “Ever been to Antigua?”

“Erm, no. You?”

“How about we make it our first trip as a threesome?”

He narrows his eyes. “Okay. Is there a reason to go there?”

“I’ve always wanted to go back. It feels like a good place to start the rest of my life.”

“I’ll follow you wherever you want to go.” His eyes are dark and soulful. The way he looks at me sends shivers down my spine.

I spot my phone, discarded next to me, and check the time. “It’s eleven thirty,” I say, hitching a leg over his and sitting astride him. I circle my hips and feel him jerk beneath me. I tip my head back, hoping he’s ready for more. “I can’t get enough of you.”

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