Page 35 of Back the Blue

I bite my lip and moan. Then he proceeds to destroy me with his intentions.

“Every time we’re together, you’re going to be wet and ready for me,” he says as he rocks his hardened cock between my thighs. “Then, I’m going to marry you so the whole fucking world knows that we belong together. And as soon as you’re ready, I’m going to plant my seed inside you…so I have even more of you to love.”

My breath catches.

“Ashley.”

Before I can say more, he crushes his lips against mine. This time, we moan together. In a matter of minutes, he rids us of our clothing. I start to protest since we’re in the Cleveland headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, but I promised him I wouldn’t argue anymore. So, if he needs to have me right now, who am I to stop him?

The sight of him naked as he looms over me and covers his cock is something that I don’t think I’ll ever tire of seeing. Nor the sight of his face as he slides into me and sighs.

“I want this forever, Lorna,” he says after he’s fully seated inside me. “I want you, forever.”

“Yes,” I nod. “Please.”

With that, he kisses me sweetly and loves me slowly and tenderly. Somehow, we finish together. After my body shudders one last time, he finally says those wonderful, magical words.

“I love you, Lorna.”

Twenty-Four

When I speak those three words that another woman has never heard from my lips save my mother, her eyes fill with tears. Then they spill down her cheeks faster than I can wipe them away. A delightful laugh leaves her as she shakes her head at me.

“How is this possible?”

“Does it matter?” I grin.

“I don’t think it does,” she sighs. “I just…well, we’re kind of cliché, aren’t we?”

“Cliché?” I chuckle. “How is that?”

“I take it you’ve never read romance or watched chick flicks,” she smirks.

“Of course, not,” I scoff.

Her smirk turns devious as her eyes darken.

“Pity,” she says softly.

“Why is that?”

“Sometimes it makes for excellent foreplay.”

A low growl leaves me. Then she rolls her hips and my breath hisses through my teeth.

“Just having you underneath me is foreplay enough, woman.”

“As much as I love that, there’s always room for improvement.”

“Duly noted, Miss Lewis,” I smile. “But back to this cliché bit. Explain that to me.”

“Romance novels have multiple tropes, which are the starting relationships between the main characters,” she says. “Like friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, and things like that.”

“We were neither friends nor enemies,” I counter.

“No, but we were strangers who were forced together under extreme conditions,” she says softly. “And sometimes those conditions are accompanied by extreme emotions that may not be real once the dust has settled.”

My brow furrows as I grasp what she may or may not be implying. My hope is on the latter, but I ask anyway.

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