Page 78 of Timeless: Encore

“Were you planning this?” I giggle nervously. I’m going to do what he asks, but we are going to be next to the mirror. Like, right next to it.

He just beckons me with his finger. His cock is still flush against his muscled stomach. Hair flows past his shoulders. He’s the most gorgeous man on the planet. His brown eyes are hungry. For me. Only for me. “I want to fuck you from behind. So bad.”

I swing my legs over the bed, look in the mirror. My belly pooches over into a little roll. My breasts are not small or perky, they’re substantial and sag a bit. My thighs are thick. My upper arms jiggle when I shift position.

Also, my jawline is sharp, my blue eyes sparkle, my skin is soft and creamy, my nipples are porn-star tight, my pink hair flows around my shoulder.

My face is soft and dreamy. Not only do I look like I’ve been properly fucked, but I also look like I’ve been loved. Thoroughly. Deeply. Reverentially.

By the man who’s waiting to show me again how much.

I go to Zane, who kisses me and tenderly positions me the way he wants. I lean over so my cheek rests against the flat armrest and watch my husband guide his cock inside me. Grip my hips and thrust. The cords on his neck pulse. His biceps ripple. His thighs are strong. He rams into me hard and fast, crying out each time.

“You’re my fucking wet dream, Fee. Look at yourself.” He stares at where we’re joined through the mirror. “I never get tired of this. I belong inside you. Any way you’ll let me in.”

I wriggle my hips against him. “Get me pregnant.”

“What?” He stops moving but remains buried inside me.

“I’ll go off the pill. Let’s start trying.” I catch his eye in the mirror. “I’m serious.”

Zane withdraws and pulls me up. Wraps his arms around me. “What about Gus? Aren’t you going to be busy?”

“Yes.” I lean back against him. “But, I have an idea to run past you. Your cock is a little distracting, though. Can we finish the fucking and I’ll tell you later?”

He spins me around and yanks my leg up and under his arm. Impales me and backs me against the wall of mirrors. “Trust me?”

“Yes,” I say without hesitation.

His free hand skims down the inner thigh of my standing leg. “I’m lifting you up.”

“Wait.” My eyes go wide. “You won’t …”

“I will.” He cants his hips. Presses his lips to my neck. “One. Two… Three.” He hoists me up and is now so deep inside me my eyes roll back into my head. “Hold on to my shoulders, lean against the mirror. Let me do the work. Just feel.”

So, I do. I feel weightless as he grinds into me. The angle is incredible. I’m floating. “I’ve got you, Fee,” he whispers. “I’ll always have you. Just feel me inside you.”

We lock eyes. He squeezes my ass, hard. Screws his hips so I’m pinned to the mirrored wall. I lock my legs around his lower back and truly let go. He bounces me on his cock. He’s never, ever been deeper and I can’t even …

“Ohmygod,” I cry when I go over. “Ohmygod.”

“Fee … I …” Zane’s face is a grimace when he rams into me a final time. “Oh … Oh … Holy fuck …”

He gently lets my legs down one by one, which feel like jelly. My heart, on the other hand, feels stronger than it ever has.

I trust him. On so many levels.

Zane continues to show me that my self-doubts are in my head.

Chapter twenty-six

ZANE

A Week or so Later

I’vebeengoingtotherapy for most of my life.

It kept me well-adjusted, I thought. I was lucky to have my mom. My grandparents. Stability. Coping skills. Foresight, even. After all, I’m the one who instigated Ty’s initial foray into therapy years ago when he was out of control with the substance abuse and sex.

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