Page 1 of The Homewrecker's Fate

Chapter 1

February 14th

Champagne glasses tipped on their sides spilling the 300-dollar bottle of Ace of Spades Champagne Gold onto the hardwood floor beside the plethora of blankets Rich had thrown down when he made our little love nest in front of the fire. There was only a brief moment to mourn the loss before he rolled me so that I was completely laid out beneath his beautifully sculpted body.

“I’m so in love with you.” Those murmured words were burned into the sensitive skin just below my ear as Rich placed a kiss there. Then, he relaxed back just enough that our eyes could meet. “You have changed my life, Aviva Acker. One day soon, we’ll be able to be together without always feeling the impending doom every time I have to pack up and go home.”

“I don’t know why you pack up. You could leave things here,” I whispered. Our eyes locked once more as the smile stretched across his face. His large hands cupped my cheeks as his thumbs slid back and forth across my jawline on one side and my lips on the other.

“I’ll do that,” he reassured me. “Does this mean you’re going to give me a key?”

“Well, I’m not trying to hold your belongings hostage.” He leaned in and kissed the words from my lips. It left me breathless as he rocked his body against mine, reminding me that we were very naked and discussions about moving in might kill the mood. “I’ll leave it on the dresser for you in the morning.”

“What did I ever do to deserve you?”

“You have treated me like your precious princess since the moment we met.”

“Oh, was that all I had to do?”

A wicked grin lit my face as I shook my head and grabbed hold of his silky, hard length. “Well, there’s also the fact that you give the absolute best orgasms.”

He chuckled at my admission. “I do believe you were ready for number three before I ruined things with the serious talk.”

I swatted his ass with my other hand. “You could never ruin anything by telling me that you love me.”

“Well, in that case,” Rich shifted his hips so that his cock fell out of my grip and lined itself up with my entrance, almost like magic. Then again, over the past five months, we had worked exceptionally hard at learning one another’s bodies. There was no doubting he was an expert in how to handle mine or his own for that matter. A long and low desperate moan tore from me as my love thrust into my body at a languid pace. He kept things slow and steady until the entirety of his length was sheathed within me.

“Rich,” I groaned as he bottomed out and the tip of his cock nudged my cervix. The first time he bumped my cervix was always met with a swift punch of pain until my hormones took over as his thrusts increased. Only then did that tiny bite of pain eventually give way to some of the most explosive orgasms I have ever had in my entire 31-year existence.

“I am so fucking in love with you,” Rich cried out as he swirled his hips and then slammed back into me.

“Ahhh!” I groaned as the pinch of pain hit once more. From experience, I knew it wouldn’t be much longer until everything tipped to sheer pleasure, but I had never been able to hold back the noises he elicited from me.

“I love you.” The words were a whimper against his chest as I nipped at the flesh there. His cock slid back out of me only to slam home again while he clenched his muscular arms around my upper body, locking me in tighter, exactly where he wanted me. Despite him having my arms trapped at my sides, I still had a little power in the position. I flattened my feet to the blankets beneath us and lifted my pelvis, tilting it just enough that when he slammed home again, he went even deeper. That did it. The balance tipped from nips of pain to overwhelming pleasure.

“God, yes, Avi! Never had it this fucking good before.” His hips worked faster, pumping harder into me as I lifted to meet each thrust and clamped down on my muscles at the same time. The clench made him lose his mind. “Fucking hell! The way you move your body and take all of me… You are a fucking goddess.”

I would have giggled at that proclamation, but it was impossible as his rougher thrusts finally triggered another climax. My toes curled, nose went numb and tickly the way it usually did, and then I was lost to a completely different sensation as pain and pleasure melded into pure bliss. Warm tingles and the deepest contentment and peace flowed through me as I floated somewhere outside of my own body for just a moment in time.

All too soon, I was pulled back by the grunts of the man above me and the erratic thrusting that signaled Rich was about to find his release, too. Warm jets of cum splashed my insides as he throbbed within me. One of these days, if we weren’t careful…

I trailed my fingers languidly down his sweat-slicked back as he finally rode out the last waves of his orgasm and slowly came back to me.

“We forgot again,” I reminded him. “Unless you don’t mind having little demigods with me, we should probably be more careful.”

He chuckled while sliding out of me before rolling to his side and pulling me with him. “While I would love nothing more than to have babies with you, we should probably be living in the same place before that happens. Have you thought any more about transferring to my office?”

“You know why I can’t.” My fingers traced a path between each of his nipples, playing there in the crisp chest hairs that gathered in that space between his pectoral muscles and then traveled in a thin, light brown trail down his torso almost like an arrow to the promised land below. Whoever put this man together certainly knew what they were doing because they gave him all the best parts.

“Your mother is just being stubborn,” he argued playfully as he smacked my hip with his hand. “Let me up, I’ll go get us something to clean up with before you leak on all the blankets.”

It was my turn to laugh. “You just don’t want me to leave the wet spot for you again.”

“Damn right, woman. I fucked you to three orgasms, the least you could do is give up the dry side.” He was teasing and we both knew it. Rich would take the wet spot every time, just to please me. I honestly thought he got off on making me the happiest woman in the world. Then again, since I only got to see him every other week, the other part of me thought maybe he was just always making up for lost time.

I wondered what things would be like for us if we lived in the same town and not nearly 600 miles apart. Leave it to me to find the one workplace romance that is perfect except for the fact that the man doesn’t actually work in my office branch. He was on temporary, part-time loan to us for a specific campaign we were launching. Rich had family ties to the company we were representing, which is why they brought him in. He knew the inner workings and had an inside scoop on what the head honchos would be looking for in the rebranding we were pitching.

Every other week for the past three months, he came to stay and work. Before that, he was only here one week a month. Things were winding down soon with the campaign. Our client would be coming in, a month from now, for the final proposals and I knew they would be blown away. The problem was, once we clinched them and had contracts signed, Rich would no longer have to come work out of our office. He would be able to do his part remotely from where he lived. It scared me to think that I might lose him in the shuffle.

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