Page 89 of Silk and Steel

“No, but I was trying to convince you to move in together.”

“Well, that’s not the way to go about it.”

I chuckle and kiss her lips.

“Duly noted. I don’t think we’ll ever slow down. Obviously, we’ll both die of sleep deprivation within the first week. But oh what a way to go.”

She playfully slaps me on the arm and rises from my lap. Her heeled boots clack as she crosses the floor. Emory turns on the sound system with a touch of her finger. A pulsing, heavy bass beat reverberates through the room.

She looks over her shoulder, naked back sinuously swaying to the beat. My eyes widen as I drink in the sight of her glorious dance. I really am the luckiest SOB on the face of the Earth.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I hiss through clenched teeth. I can’t help but reach down and feel my throbbing pulse between my thighs.

Emory bites her lower lip. She so enjoys the effect her movements have on me. For that matter, so do I. The impressive play of muscles in her legs, back, and abdomen have me growling like a hungry wolf.

She puts her hands behind her head, gathering her hair up from her neck. Emory saunters over to me, kicking her leg up in the air and planting her booted calf on my shoulder.

I grab her by the waist and flip her over onto her belly. Emory moans when I bend her over the armrest, raising her hips in the air.

I move up on my knees behind, and plunge my cock inside her, our bodies entwining once more. I’m so supercharged,I’m ready to explode. Her body feels amazing beneath me, the softness in juxtaposition to my hard edges. Kind of like me and Emory outside of the bedroom. We just complement each other.

I pull her up against me, cupping her breasts, kissing her neck as our bodies move in harmony. Emory cries out, her hands clutching at me as her pussy attempts to draw me in even deeper. With a powerful thrust, we both go over the edge, and I swear I see stars.

We settle onto the sofa, Emory draped over me. Her body shivers, but not from the cold, as I wrap her in my embrace.

“I love you,” I whisper in her ear. A profound sense of peace settles over me. Emory is safe, we’re together, and we’re home.

“I love you, too, Cole. I think this moving in together thing is going to work out just fine.”

“Maybe,” I say, caressing her back. “But maybe we should experiment a little bit more. You know, just to be sure.”

Emory laughs, and then our lips meet in a kiss. No, there will be no sleep tonight.

And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

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