Page 138 of Always Us

I laugh. “I should, shouldn’t I? I totally pushed her to go out with him. They’re really happy together. Just like us.” I kiss him. “Hey, I had another idea.”

“You want to turn my fake foundation into a real one?” He smiles.

I huff. “How did you know that?”

“I had the same idea.”

“Then let’s do it. Except I don’t know how to set up a foundation.”

“I’ll do it. Maybe I’ll set it up after the holidays.”

“Speaking of the holidays, you know what we should do?” I don’t wait for him to answer. “We should get Sara a Christmas tree. We’ll tell her it’s a present from us since she doesn’t know we gave her that other stuff.”

“Okay, but I can’t get it tonight. I really need to study. Maybe we could get it on Friday. Actually, I might be too tired to get out of bed on Friday. We’ll just order her one and have it delivered.”

“Sounds good.” I get up but he grabs my hand.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving you alone so you can study.”

“I need to spend time with my wife first.”

“What would you like to do?” I straddle his lap, smiling.

He grasps the back of my neck and brings me in for a kiss. His fingers tangle in my hair as his kiss goes deeper. I grind my hips into him and feel him against me and it gets me all hot inside. His other hand goes between us and he unbuttons my shirt. When he’s done, I take it off, then lift up on my knees, my breasts level with his face. I bury my hands in his soft hair as he leaves kisses along the outline of my bra, but he doesn’t take it off. Instead, he keeps gently kissing the outline of it, his hands grasping my waist, keeping me firmly in place. The tension inside me keeps building and I know that’s why he’s doing it. His teasing kills me. I love it, but it kills me.

Finally, he hoists me up in his arms and takes me to the bedroom, laying me down on the bed. I finish undressing, watching as he strips his clothes off. He lies over me, but I push on his chest, stopping him. “Let me be on top.”

“Are you sure?” He’s surprised because I usually don’t like being on top.

“Yeah.” I sit up and he pulls me over him as he lowers himself down on his back. I straddle him and guide him inside me. He grabs my hips pulling me into him as he pushes up. I close my eyes and focus on how he feels. I keep my hips moving as his hands roam over my backside, then up my front and along my breasts. I open my eyes and trace his gaze over my body. I don’t like being on top because one, I don’t know what I’m doing, and two, Garret always looks at my body like this and I get self-conscious.

“Okay, your turn,” I tell him, getting that self-conscious feeling.

“You’re not going anywhere.” He holds my hips in place. “I’m loving this way too much.” He flashes his sexy smile, then his eyes follow the path of his hand as it glides over my breast and down the side of my hip. “Damn, you’re hot. Every part of you is so fucking beautiful.”

I swear he knows exactly what to say. It’s like he senses the moment I feel self-conscious and says what I need to hear to make those feelings go away.

His words boost my confidence and I move a little faster, positioning myself to feel him deeper. I usually don’t get much pleasure out of this position because I’m too worried about him, but this time I focus on myself instead, grinding into him in a rhythm that makes the sensations inside me build and build and then finally release.

I stop and feel Garret’s hands gripping my hips, urging me to keep going, and I do until he releases as well. Then I lie over him, my head on his chest.

He kisses my forehead and strokes my hair. “We should do that more often.”

“Have sex? I think we do it enough already.”

“I mean, do it like that. With you on top. I love being able to look at you. All of you. And being able to touch you.”

“I’m not very good at it.”

“Jade, you always say that and it’s not true. You’re good at it. And I think you actually liked it that time.”

I lift my head up to look at him. “What do you mean? I liked it before.”

“No. Whenever we do it like that, you’re never satisfied. You worry too much about me.”

I sigh. “How do you know all this? Do you read my mind or something?”

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