Page 90 of Love in Fine Print

The longer I teased her, the more frustrated I sensed her growing. She started to move her hand between our bodies, but I quickly captured her wrist and shifted her arm, so it was above her head. Then I did the same thing with the other.

I cuffed her delicate wrists with my fingers, gripping them tightly as she squirmed beneath me, trying to angle her body so that I would sink inside of her.

“I know what you want, but I’m not ready to give it to you yet. I just want to feel you. I want to feel how greedy your body is for me.” I nipped the cusp of her ear as I growled against it and felt her entire body shudder with desire. “I know the second I slide into your wet, tight pussy, I’m going to come. Hard. I don’t want to do that yet. I want to hear you begging me to make you come before I fuck you.”

With each word I spoke, her seam pulsed faster against my shaft. My balls were strung so tight against my body that I knew I was not going to last more than one pump once I felt the velvety warmth of her snug tunnel.

“Do you think I can make you come like this?” I asked her as I tightened my grip on her wrists.

Her breaths were coming in heavy pants, and I felt her head nod.

“I want to hear you say it,” I growled. “Say that I can make you come just by rubbing my cock against your clit.”

She gasped at my words, and I felt her juices coat my erection as I slid it up and down her seam. “You can,” she panted. “You can make me come like this.”

I pressed my lips to the spot just below her ear and nibbled on her sensitive skin. Her hips jerked up as my teeth sank into her flesh. I quickly licked and kissed the area I’d just bit and then continued covering her neck in open-mouth kisses.

Her back arched, causing her arms to tug against my hold. I squeezed my fingers tighter, making sure she knew she wasn’t going anywhere as my cock glided up and down her throbbing sex.

Using my free hand, I cupped her breast, pinching her nipple between my fingers and thumb. She let out a needy whimper as I squeezed tighter.

“Please,” she begged. “Please make me come.”

Her desperate request would have fallen on deaf ears if I hadn’t felt her thighs begin to tremble, telling me she was close to the edge. I moved my hand between my legs, gripped my cock, and sank into her in a hard thrust. Her body began to vibrate as she came. She buried her face into my neck and cried out my name against my skin to muffle the noise.

Hearing her say my name as she came while her tight canal milked me with her orgasm was all it took for me to explode inside of her, filling her up with my seed. A low growl ripped from my chest as I sank even deeper into her and tightened my hold on her wrists.

When our bodies both went limp in the aftermath of one of the hottest, longest releases of my life, I lifted my head to look at her. Her whisky brown eyes were sated and heavy.

I knew that there was nothing I could have done to prolong this experience, but I felt mad at myself for not taking more time. I was already thinking about the next time, and I was still inside of her.

“I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself with you in my bed. So, if you want, I can sleep on the floor while Jake is here.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she pressed her lips to mine. “I don’t want you to control yourself.”

I’d never heard sweeter words in my life. This was officially the best Christmas ever.

39

OLIVIA

My eyes scannedthe document several times, making a few corrections before printing it out. The swish of the machine buzzed behind me as I glanced out the window.

Ben had left to take Jake to the airport about an hour ago. He’d stayed with us for ten days. I sort of felt like we’d been living in a bubble. I’d worked from home over the holiday, but tomorrow I was going to be going back into the office.

Every day I’d been working in Ben’s home office. To be honest, I’d spent a lot of time on Ever After work. I’d familiarized myself with all the clients and was excited to share with Ben all the matches I’d put together. I had done my actual work as well, but every minute I’d spent on my work had felt like trying to run in quicksand wearing a backpack filled with cement.

It was arduous. Difficult. Boring.

Tasks that used to take me an hour now took me four. I was distracted.

Not only with the matchmaking, I was also distracted by what was happening at home.

In the evening, we’d all have dinner, usually with Miss B and/or Trevor. After dinner we’d watch a movie or play games beforeall going to bed. As great as the days had been, working from home and having ‘family’ dinners followed by board games, the nights with Ben were even better.

Ten. That’s how many times I’d spent the night in Ben’s bed. And we’d made love every single one of them. Sometimes twice, and once, it was three times. That night we’d made love before we went to sleep, he’d woken me up in the middle of the night for round two, and then in the morning, we’d had round three in the shower.

As sad as I was to see Jake go, because I’d gotten really close to him over the week and a half he’d spent with us, I was even more nervous because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen with the sleeping arrangements.

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