Page 94 of Fractured Frets

Hunger blazed in his eyes. He clutched onto my waist and drove into me hard. He pulled me forward and moaned. “So does my dick.”

“I like your cock where it is.” I raised a fraction, then sank onto him again and set the motion on repeat.

“Hmmm. So do I.” Grinning, Slip ran his hand up my thigh, making his way underneath my skirt. His warm touch rounded my butt. He dragged his calloused fingertips over my soft skin, dug them hard into my flesh, then made his way toward the center of my butt. He teased my entrance. “You want me here?”

“Yes.” I kissed up the length of his throat, licked his lobe, and bit the shell of his ear. “I want you everywhere.”

“I want you forever.” He quirked a cute eyebrow, wriggled lower in the soft seat, and pressed a button on the side to tilt it backward. His hand returned underneath my skirt, sliding between my legs from behind until he met my pussy, full of his dick. He played with and taunted me, driving me crazy with anticipation, but then he swept my wet arousal toward my butthole. He circled it, then slowly pressed the tip of one finger inside. “I’ll give you anything and everything you want.”

“I don’t need anything.” I returned to kissing his gorgeous lips.

“Yes, you do...me.” He thrust his hips forward, driving his cock into me deeper, and eased his finger farther into my butt.

“Arghhhh.” My eyes slammed shut. My body jerked at the spike of pain and new invasion. I clenched around his finger. But then I wriggled, let out a breath, and relaxed.

“You with me, baby?” Slip cupped the side of my face and kissed me softly. Tenderly. Hungrily.

“Oh, yeah.”

He swept my hair back and deepened our kiss. “Good.”

Our bodies became one as we moved, rocking and rubbing, thrusting and driving. The leather squelched beneath my legs as I rode Slip, my pussy getting its greedy fill of his hard cock. My ass, a needed pleasure from his finger as it probed and teased my depths.

I quickened my pace, riding him up and down. Slip’s breath entwined with mine in a duel of panting heaves. His head fell back against the seat, but he never relented on touching me, kissing me, giving me what I wanted. Then he smiled against my lips, dug deep into my ass, and hit that spot.

“Oh, shit.” My core clenched around him, and I rode him, harder and harder. “There.”

As he kissed me, stealing the air from my lungs, he took me over the edge.

“Ahhhh. Slip. Yes!” I cried so loud I was sure the whole of Italy heard me. I didn’t care. My fingernails dug into his shoulders. Fire hurtled across my body. My heart pummeled my ribs as delectable pulses coursed through every cell in my system, tingled my skin and shot up my spine.

“Mads. Fuck.” Slip jerked into me, filling me with his release. Thrusting. Quaking. Shaking, with the most glorious smile curling across his lips.

My pussy throbbed around his thudding cock. My ass clung onto his finger. As we rode out the wave of pleasure, we shuddered, holding each other. Close. Tight. He eased his finger out of me, straightened my skirt, then cradled my butt.

“Wow.” He swept my hair off my face with his other hand. “You’re so freaking beautiful. And Sexy. And my girasole.”

I’d never tire of seeing the satisfied smile that inched across his face after I’d made him come.

Why did sex of any kind, in any position, with him have to be so good? It’d be life-changing if we could do that daily—not in broken pieces of time. Our catchups often shot us into the stratosphere of pleasure, but if we were to stay married, we had to evolve into something more than great lovers. Time was ticking. But answering hard questions and making decisions that would affect both our lives scared me. We had to talk...tonight.

Shit.

Was I delaying things again?

No. I wouldn’t. I just wanted a few more hours away from my worries.

I realigned my bikini top over my boobs and lowered my tank top. “That was freaking hot, thanks to the Spider. I tell you, it’s this car.”

“I’m gonna buy you one for your birthday.”

“Whaaaat?” My voice pitched high as I grabbed my purse off the floor and retrieved a packet of tissues for us to clean up. I clambered back into the driver’s seat and put my bikini bottoms back on. “You want me to part ways with Britney?” My loyal and trusty Audi A6 had never let me down. She’d been mine since I was eighteen. I hate not having her with me in Vancouver.

Slip did up his shorts and turned toward me. “I have a six-car garage. There’s plenty of room.”

Yes, his Camaro, Mercedes truck, and motorcycle took up three spaces. Brittany fit nicely between some music trunks and storage boxes whenever I stayed over...came home...shit. We hadn’t even talked about whose house we would live in. Or how I could continue to care for Mom...and every other thing. Ergh!

“I don’t need another car. I’m not in LA often enough to justify the expense. And I have a driver in Vancouver.”

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