Page 115 of Mark my Words

“Take off your pants,” she breathed, reaching behind herself and releasing her bra, the straps sliding down her shoulders and revealing a luscious expanse of soft skin. My fingers flexed on my zipper as I watched her cup her breasts, her heated gaze fixated on my barely concealed erection. “Don’t stop.”

She stepped forward as I slid them down my hips, eager fingers yanking on the material and hooking into the waistband of my boxer briefs. She climbed back into my lap as the material pooled at my ankles, grinding her hips into me as I tried to slow her movements. The scratch of the lace covering her against my sensitive skin was a welcome pain, the wetness seeping through the material making me throb against her.

Kristine’s hands grasped the side of my neck as she undulated in my lap, my hands framing her hips. As I began to work the material down her hips, she shook her head, leaning in to nip at my earlobe. “Now,” she panted, tugging on my earlobe with her teeth as she dug her fingernails into my neck. “Please. I want you. Just like this.”

A moan tore out of my throat as she desperately pushed her hips down, grinding into my lap.

“Fuck,” I grunted as she tugged on the hair at the back of my head, craving the pain mixed with the pleasure of having her in my arms. My fingers pushed the scrap of lace covering her to the side, sinking into her wetness as she gasped against my neck. She was almost dripping, her moans loud in my ear as I pressed against her clit, enjoying the way she moved with my hand, chasing her own pleasure.

“Oh God, it feels so good,” she panted as I fucked her with my hand, working her up in my lap until she rode my fingers with desperation. “I need you, just you.” Kristine’s voice was a needy whisper as she clung to me. “I don’t want anything between us.”

“Are you sure?” I groaned as I tried to keep up with her frantic movements. I knew she was on birth control, but we’d always used additional protection.

“Yes.”

Unable to hold back any longer, I tugged the lace further to the side, lining up my throbbing cock and pulling her down, groaning into her hair as I seated myself fully inside her warm body. Her fingers grasped my neck tightly, shifting her hips forward frantically as I thrust up from the bed, both of us desperately clinging to each other.

It was raw and needy, tinged with pain as we came together quickly and roughly, using each other to chase that intense pleasure we knew the other could provide.

“Fuck, Sam,” she panted as she leaned back, her breasts swaying as she slammed her hips into mine, using my shoulders as leverage, her fingernails biting into my skin. I found myself egging her on, my fingers digging into her hips, helping her fuck me roughly, hoping she left marks I would feel for days. So I’d remember how it felt to be with her like this. So I’d know I did this all for her.

Leaning forward, I sucked on her nipple, biting down as she moaned louder, her hips faltering. I could feel the clench of her muscles against my shaft as I pressed my hand between us, strumming her clit as she fucked me. Her muscles spasmed around me, her back bowed, and her head fell backward as she ground against my lap, moaning hoarsely through her orgasm. It was the most uninhibited she’d ever been in my arms, and I gritted my teeth, forcing myself to hold off and watch this moment unfolding.

She was panting as she settled in my lap, her legs trembling as she sagged forward, burying her face into my sweaty neck. I clung to her, trying to record how she felt, her warm skin, her sweet smell, and how she felt when she came around me.

“You’re so hard,” she breathed as I throbbed inside her, right on the edge but not wanting to let go, wanting to hold onto her for a few more seconds. Kristine’s soft lips dragged against my shoulder, sucking lightly as she began to rock in my lap, the wet slide of her satisfied body making me groan loudly. “I want to feel you come inside me,” she whispered as her movements sped, my fingers clasping the lace against her hips so tightly I was sure it was digging into her skin.

“Oh, fuck, Sam,” she moaned as I pulled her against me roughly, unable to resist the feeling of her any longer.

“With me,” I panted as I pressed the lace into her clit, my thrusts uneven as I started to pulse inside her. She gasped against my neck, moaning out her second release, her hips grinding into my lap frantically.

“Holy shit,” she laughed as she leaned back, kissing me softly, her fingers sweeping the sweaty hair from my forehead. Her eyes glowed with something I wasn’t ready to acknowledge as she panted in my lap, a soft smile on her kiss-swollen lips. “You continue to surprise me, Sam. That was...”

I nodded, afraid to speak, as I stood from the bed, stepping out of my pants before turning and laying her against the sheets.

We kissed softly, her fingers slipping underneath the fabric on the back of my open shirt and grasping my shoulder blades. I settled between her hips, smoothing her tangled hair away from her face as I lost myself in the feel of her lips, knowing it might be the last time she let me in like this.

Knowing when I’d finally captured her heart that I’d only get to hold it for a few stolen hours…

KRISTINE

BOSTON

“Welcome back, you two,” Sloane smiled as she gestured to the two seats directly in front of her desk. The view behind her was just as impressive as the last time I’d been in her office. Downtown Boston displayed in the backdrop of her floor-to-ceiling windows.

“I know you’re probably both anxious to hear the final decision of the hiring panel, but first, I wanted to congratulate you two on all the work you put in to make sure this book tour went off without a hitch. Diana filled me in on all the behind-the-scenes work you carried out, and I have to say, I’m a little disappointed this promotion will likely keep you two from working together regularly. You’re quite the team.”

Sam and I exchanged a look, his fingers idly tapping on the arm of his chair. Neither of us had slept well after the flight back from New York, the weight of returning to our real lives weighing heavily on this new fledgling romantic accord.

We hadn’t made any grand declarations, but I could feel the love he had for me—at least I was still hoping it was love—in every little gesture, touch, look...it was overwhelming and scary, but I felt like we were finally on the same page.

I’d thought being with him constantly for the last several weeks would spell disaster and mean the end of our arrangement, but something had shifted that night in Seattle. I was done hiding from him, and I was done fighting to stay emotionally detached. And after his quiet support at Nana’s party, I was pretty much head over heels. I just needed to build up the nerve to tell him.

“Anyway,” Sloane continued with a bright smile. “As you know, we’ve offered the Non-Fiction position to Amanda from the New York office. And with some last-minute adjustments, Meg has also decided to stay in her current position within that office.”

Looking over at Sam, his fingers still restlessly tapped out a steady beat on the armrest of his chair as he stared at something in the corner of Sloane’s office. Something was going on, and he avoided eye contact, making me even more anxious for her to put us out of our misery.

“Meg isn’t leaving? But...” I stuttered, but Sloane held up her hand to stop me from interrupting. I’d been ready to take on that position, but if she wasn’t leaving the New York office, that meant...

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