Page 114 of Love in Fine Print

The tip of his cock rubbed up and down my opening, teasing me to the point where a whimper fell from my lips.

“Tell me how you want it?” his gravelly voice gritted out.

The corners of my lips curled up as a thrill chased down my spine. “Rough.”

He hadn’t asked me how I wanted it since the first night we’d been together.

A deep male groan sounded behind me as his fingers dug into my hips, and he pushed inside of me in one hard thrust. My inner walls contracted around him as they stretched to the point of pain. He pulled out and then pressed in, even harder this time.

His thighs slapped against mine as he squeezed my hips so tight I was sure I’d have bruises on them tomorrow—the thought of having visible evidence of the sex we had only served to heighten my arousal. Pleasure rushed through me as his sensual assault continued.

The next thing I knew, he had bent down and was pressing kisses along my spine. His hand moved up my body and then stopped at my neck. I felt his fingers wrap around my hair and tighten in a fist. When he did, he tugged, pulling my neck back.

“You feel so good. So tight. So wet for me,” he rasped against my ear as he continued plunging in and out of me. “Do you want it harder?”

I nodded, and when I did, the sting from the back of my scalp where his hand was fisted in my hair shot a sensation shot straight between my legs.

He slammed into me and my fingers curled around the edges of the table when he did. Since being released from the hospital, our sex life had been gentler, which I’d enjoyed. It had felt…intimate. Sweet. Personal.

But this,thiswas exactly what I needed. I needed to get fucked. Hard. And that’s exactly what Ben was giving me. His meaty girth stretched my body to its limit as he thrust in and out of me, pushing my body to teeter on the edge of my next release.

“I’m going to come, and I want you to come with me. Touch yourself,” Ben commanded with an authority that made me weak in the knees.

I reached my hand between my legs and began to rub my clit. Within seconds I was falling into the sweet bliss of oblivion. At the same moment, I heard Ben groan with male satisfaction as he slammed into me in one final thrust. His hands gripped my hips hard, holding me in place as I continued to play with myself as my inner walls pulsated around Ben’s cock throbbing inside of me. My eyes shut tight as my second climax overtook me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, sucking me into the vortex of ecstasy. I felt myself completely surrender to the sensations.

When I finally began to float back into myself, I felt Ben pressing soft kisses to my back as I collapsed on the table. He pulled out of me, and I instantly missed the pressure of him inside of me. I felt empty.

I heard the water run and then felt a damp, warm cloth on my inner thighs and my intimate folds. I’d been with other men who just cleaned themselves, but not Ben. He took care of me. He always took care of me.

Tears began to sting my eyes at the thought of this ending. It was only then that I realized I loved him.

I loved Ben Whitaker. I loved my husband.

His hands moved to my waist, and I felt him begin to lift my upper body up off the table. Without even asking, I knew his plan was to carry me to bed and go for round two. Well, round two for him, I would be on round three. But after the realization I’d just had, I needed a minute to gather my thoughts.

I straightened as I turned around to face him. “I’m actually really hungry. Can we eat?”

His eyes stared into mine, and I felt like he could read my mind. I tried my best to clear my mind of every thought I had, but all I could think was,I love you, I love you, I love you.

“Sure,” he grinned.

“I’m gonna go change into sweats.” I grabbed my clothes from where they’d been discarded on the floor and headed up the stairs. I was grateful when he didn’t follow me.

When I got to our bedroom, I felt my heart pounding in my throat.

I knew I had to talk to Ben, to tell him how I felt, but not tonight. Not until after I figured out what I was going to do about the partnership. One life-altering decision at a time. First, decide if I was going to step into the role I’d dreamed about and worked for my entire career or move into a new role, one that could potentially make me happier than I’d ever thought I could be professionally.

Once I decided that, then I’d figure out how to tell Ben that I’d developed feelings for him.

The second half of that to-do list sounded a hell of a lot scarier than the first.

50

BEN

The last timeI felt this nervous, I was about to walk out on the field for the first Super Bowl that I’d played in. There was a lot on the line that day, but I would argue, even more on the line today.

As I sat in my office and reread the changes I’d made to the original document Olivia had presented to me for our one-year marriage contract, my stomach was doing more flips than a politician on the campaign trail. I’d changed all the dates from one year to forever. I’d also changed the stipulation that originally read that we would not form any emotional attachment to one another to read that we would love each other until death do us part.

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