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Down her spine, over her hips, up her belly, then covering her breasts again, teasing her until she was whimpering for me once again.

Reaching down, I hiked up her leg, spreading it wide for me, then slowly slipping inside of her, watching the way her face twisted in pleasure as I filled her.

Part of me was aching to fuck her hard and fast, to get to my release.

But there was something about the sweet vulnerability on her face that had me taking it slow, sliding in and out slowly, watching the way her lips parted, her breath exhaled, her eyes widened, then slitted small as she whimpered.

Despite the slow pace, she was pushed toward that edge in moments, her whole body tensing, her moans getting louder and louder, then her pussy clenching my cock as she came.

I buried deep, letting her orgasm take me toward mine, groaning as I planted deep.

“You need to sit,” AJ insisted sometime after, both of us just trying to get some calm back into the chaos of our systems.

I wanted to object.

But my leg was achy.

“If you insist,” I agreed, pulling out, yanking my pants back into place, then making my way to the bathroom, before planting my ass on the couch, putting my leg up on the coffee table for relief.

“If you overdo it, it’s only going to take longer to heal,” AJ reasoned, climbing onto the couch beside me in her shirt and panties, and I couldn’t help but reach out and place my hand possessively on her thigh.

“Yeah, I got the lecture from King and the doctor today.”

“And yet…” she said, brows raised, lips twitching.

“I’ll be happy to keep my ass planted here for the rest of the day if you stay here with me.”

Her smile was sweet as she ducked her head, then settled down, resting it on my shoulder, her legs draped over my lap.

As my arm went around her, I had this sneaking suspicion that I would be happy to spend every evening just like this one. With her. At home. A different kind of adventure, sure, but one that still somehow filled me with anticipation for what was to come.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

AJ

I felt like I was floating through life.

Honestly, I don’t think I’d known anything close to this kind of happiness since I was a kid, back when life was carefree and easy.

It was somehow even more fulfilling, though, being an adult with worries and responsibilities, but still finding a marrow-deep sort of contentment.

Obviously, the difference now was Atlas.

I went to sleep with him every night, woke up with him in the mornings. And many hours in between were spent completely naked, exploring each other’s bodies, getting wrapped up in pleasure.

And, God, yes, the pleasure.

Every time Atlas reached for me, I knew that there would be multiple orgasms in my future. He showed me new depths of desire, showed me how an orgasm could completely overwhelm me, dull my other senses, and even rack my system with aftershocks once they subsided.

The craziest thing was, it didn’t seem to matter how many times we had sex, I somehow always craved more.

Even just the casual brush of his hand on my lower back when he passed behind me had little sparks of desire pinged off my nerve endings, making me want to grab him and have yet another round.

I had to admit, even though I kept trying to urge him to take it easy, I was beyond thrilled that he was out of the cast and in the boot. Because, to put it plainly, the man had lots of moves and positions that the cast would have made impossible.

Aside from that, it also meant he was able to leave the house much more easily. Even if I insisted he use the crutches when we got somewhere.

His new SUV was a real treat, too. With actual heat that worked, now that the weather had taken a nosedive toward the thirties. I mean, the man had butt warmers in the seats.

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