Page 39 of Fateful Exposure

Her voice held a sad twinge, and her smile was even sadder. I didn't like it.

I wanted to tell her that she was strong. Not everyone who had been knocked down so painfully would even think about getting up again. It refueled my resolve to help her. I wanted to do more than help her; I wanted to save her.

Burying my hand in her hair, I brought her head down for a kiss. I didn't want her to think about Alex or what she had once felt for him. Not while I was here with her. I rimmed my tongue across her lips, begging for permission, and she gave it, allowing my tongue to slip past her lips and into her mouth.

This kiss oddly felt like a pivotal moment. It was almost as if a new dawn had broken, and light finally appeared after hours of wandering and meandering in the dark. It was as though a dam had burst inside my chest, and every single emotion I'd stopped myself from feeling all these years suddenly came rushing forth.

Selma straddled me, pushing backward as she lifted her hip, grabbed my already hard cock by the base, and sunk down onto me slowly until I was completely buried inside her.

She moaned, throwing her head back. A sheen of sweat trailed down her neck to the crevice between her full breasts, and I followed the tiny bead with my eyes, groaning at the sight, my gaze zeroing in on her dark nipples. She lifted her hips again with a deep groan until I was only an inch inside her before pushing back down, taking me all the way in.

I moaned, the sound foreign to my ears. Nobody could make me feel the way Selma did, and no one would ever get the chance to try. Her hips began to move faster, back and forth, sending all coherent thoughts flying out the window.

Intertwining my fingers, I tucked them behind my head, staring up at her. She was magnificence personified. There were no words. I bit my bottom lip when she let out a meow, watching asshe chased her own pleasure. And because her pleasure was my pleasure, I knew there was no denying it anymore.

I'd fallen in love with Selma Volkov.

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I was well and truly sated.

Sighing, I fell back against the headrest of my chair, my entire body aching. With the weekend I'd just had, it was a wonder I could come to work today. Ashton had practically tied me to my bed for three nights, after which he'd proceeded to feast on my body like a ravenous tiger.

There hadn't been any complaints from my end, but I had let out various sounds ranging from soft purrs to shrilling screams. After fifty-four hours of mind-blowing sex, my pussy was sore, and my bones felt like sandpaper. But I couldn't find it in me to have any regrets. I would do it again. And again. The onlyproblem was that it didn't matter how many times I had sex with Ashton…it would never be enough.

"Hmm." Maria looked at me with a weird expression on her beautifully made-up face. She had one leg crossed over the other and her chin resting on her elbow, which was digging into her thigh. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was studying me.

I immediately felt self-conscious. Unless she was clairvoyant, there was no way she could figure out how I'd spent my weekend.

Right?

"What?" I asked cautiously.

Maria smacked her lips. "I don't know. There's something different about you today. I can't put my finger on what it is."

I swallowed, willing myself not to look away. Maria was like a dog with a bone when she thought she found something worth knowing. She would hound you until you had no choice but to spill your guts. This trait of hers I particularly stayed clear of, though I'd witnessed firsthand how great of a weapon it was when she wielded it against other people.

I tried to shrug nonchalantly. "I don't know what you mean."

"Ah, but you do. Your cheeks are pinker, and your skin is glowing. It can't be your makeup because I taught you to do it,and mine doesn't make me pop like that. The only thing I can think of is—"

"Maria, for the love of God."

"—that you had sex."

I made a strangled noise at the back of my throat, realizing too late that it was a grave mistake.

"Holy shit," she breathed, her back straightening and her eyes gleaming like she was an archeologist who'd just stumbled upon the greatest treasure in the world. "Youdidhave sex!"

I pressed a hand to my forehead, rubbing slow circles. "Calm the fuck down. If you scream any louder, Rose will hear you."

Maria settled, but her eyes still sparkled. "Tell me everything. Who was it? Another one-night stand? It can't be Ash, given the way you look at him—Wait a fucking minute."

"Oh, my God." Who was I kidding? There was no hiding anything from Maria. Not when she was acting like a newly employed CIA agent.

"Was it Ash? Again?"

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