Page 154 of The Perfect Mistake

I brace my hand on his chest, pushing up a bit. “You’re hard?”

Alec lifts an eyebrow, but he’s smiling. “I’m not that old.”

“I know you’re not,” I say with a laugh. “I didn’t know the ‘I love yous’ would turn you on.”

“Mm-hmm. Well, they did.” His hands tighten their grip. “I always want to be inside you, sweetheart. It’s my favorite place.”

Heat creeps over my cheeks, and I look over at the half-closed door. Diane won’t be here all afternoon.

“Well,” I say, and kiss him again. “Good thing we have this room all to ourselves…”

Isabel, two weeks later

He lies relaxed beside me, his eyes closed and his breathing even. With his hands behind his head, he looks like he could be asleep. But then I tighten my grip, and he groans.

“What do you want to have for dinner tomorrow night?” I ask.

“Italian. Indian. Any of the I’s.”

I trace the ridges along his cock, following the outline of a vein. The skin is silky-smooth and surprisingly hot beneath my finger. I’m lying on my side, with a perfect view of the naked planes of his body and the tightening of his jaw.

“Mm-hmm. Pizza. The kids will like that,” I say.

“Yeah. Let’s do—argh. Shit.”

I’m rubbing my thumb back and forth over the sensitive spot below his head. I love doing this. Teasing him. Watching his face for every little reaction.

And I love having him like this in bed, all to myself. His body is amazing. The broad shoulders, the dark hair smattering his chest and lower stomach, and the masculinity etched in every line. There’s something about the faint hint of gray at his temples and the strength of his body that turns me on like nothing else. Not to mention seeing him lose control… and being the one to make sure he does.

“What was that?” I ask sweetly.

“You’re evil,” he mutters.

I stroke him from base to head, reveling in the way his breath catches. “I thought I was good.”

“Oh, you are. You’re my good girl. Edging me like this.” His voice is a bit hoarse, but it’s sincere, and I know he means what he says. The dirty talk isn’t from a book anymore. It’s real, and it’s ours. “You’re making me so hard.”

“I love your cock,” I whisper.

He smiles. “You know I always love it when you verbalize what you want, but that? Yeah. I could hear it all day.”

I tighten my grip around him. I really mean it, though. In the weeks since we’d officially become a couple, I’ve become even better acquainted with it. And with Alec. It hasn’t been easy, around his schedule, the kids, and the early mornings. But we’re both surprisingly creative when we want something. Happiness has settled around us like a cloak, and I hope we never shrug it off.

“I’ve gotten used to the thickness now,” I say. My hand strokes from base to head again, slower than I know he likes, and he groans in frustration. “And the length. I don’t think I’d even like a more regular-sized one now.”

Alec’s eyes meet mine. “Good,” he growls. “Because this one is all yours.”

“That’s right.”

“Just like you’re all mine.” His gaze drifts down my body, following every curve of my near-naked form. I’ll never get tired of it. The weight of his desire and the way it engulfs me like a warm embrace. It makes me feel good, and beautiful, and powerful. And safe. Safe to be whoever, to do whatever. Safe to explore and to be myself.

My hand tightens. “I’ve been thinking,” I say.

His eyes are closed again, and he’s breathing shallow. “Yeah.”

“It’s almost time for me to move out.”

His eyes snap open and lock on mine. “What?”

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