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Right before I come, I pull out of her and stroke myself once, twice, before coming all over her ass.

She’s panting beneath me.

And now to the best part. I run my fingers over my cum coating her ass, and push it inside her pussy. She moans, her hips bucking as I tease her sensitive clit at the same time.

My cock hardens again, my desire for her insatiable.

I lean down, trailing kisses along her spine as she catches her breath beneath me. The taste of her skin is intoxicating, and I want more.

I gently turn her over onto her back, my hands gliding up her thighs as I settle between them. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, eyes dark with lust as she gawks up at me.

The sight of her naked and willing beneath me undoes me. I plunge back inside her, my cock slick with our mixed arousal. Her lips part in a gasp as I fill her, inch by inch.

“You feel so fucking good, little gem.” I groan as I start to move, thrusting deep and slow.

She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me impossibly deeper. Our mouths meet again and again, tongues tangling together. I can’t get enough of her.

My pace increases as her nails rake down my back, spurring me on. Her moans fill my ears, our bodies moving together in perfect sync.

She’s screaming now, her voice echoing off the walls as I pound into her. I can feel her tightening around me once again, her body shaking as she comes apart a second time.

And I’m right with her. I groan, my hips jerking as I empty myself inside her.

Maybe this was a mistake, but fuck, I would make a thousand more mistakes if it meant I could have her.

Her grip on my back loosens, and her body goes limp on the couch. She’s spent. But she’s the most beautiful like this, her skin flushed with desire and marked by me. This woman is making me go mad. I want her, and I’m not letting her go.

I take a tissue from underneath the table and softly wipe it over her skin to clean her up.

I can’t explain it, but Gemma has a certain allure that affects me.

No, scratch that. It’s the way she talks, the way she moves, the way she looks at me, and the way she stays true to herself, following her passion.

After we’re cleaned up, I grab her hips and pull her onto my lap, my hands settling on her thighs as she nuzzles into my neck.

I draw soothing circles along her spine.

Suddenly, she stiffens and pushes off me. “What are we doing?”

She scrambles for her clothes and puts them on. “This doesn’t mean we’re fine again.”

I catch her wrist. “Stay. Please. Let’s talk.”

“No. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come here.”

I don’t let go of her, my grip firm but gentle.

“Wait. Don’t go, not yet. Not like this.”

She pauses, glancing back at me over her shoulder. Those eyes pierce right through me, making my heart skip a beat.

“We need to talk, little gem. Properly this time, no distractions.” I put my pants back on.

Gemma sighs, her shoulders slumping. “What’s left to say, Elijah? I can’t keep doing this with you. The back and forth, the mixed signals... it’s too much.”

“I know. And I’m sorry, truly. But things are different now. The engagement, Esther, all of that. It’s over.”

At the mention of Esther’s name, Gemma’s eyes flash. “So what, I’m supposed to fall back into your arms now that you’re free?”

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