Page 59 of Ace

My head tells me we're the same.

My body craves the warmth of hers.

"What if he did it?" she asks after her sobs begin to settle. "What if I lost Sadie but then I lose William, too?"

I can't imagine the betrayal she's feeling right now.

"I feel like I've failed my entire family."

"I know this is hard to hear, but their choices aren't your failures. They have free will."

I sweep a tear off her cheek when she lifts her head and looks up at me.

"And I know this will be hard to hear, but some people will never change, no matter how many opportunities they're given. Sadie—"

"She didn't deserve to die."

"No, baby," I tell her with a sad smile. "She didn't."

I don't know who makes the first move.

Was it her leaning in closer?

Was it me when I traced her lower lip with my thumb?

I guess it doesn't even matter because in the next breath, her lips are on mine, tongue seeking entrance I offer with a moan of need that rumbles from my chest.

I ache for her in a way I can't recall ever feeling for another woman. As high of a chance there is that both of us will come to regret it, neither of us seems too quick to want to stop it.

She breaks the kiss long enough to pull my shirt over my head, her eyes dropping to my chest as her hands roam over my pecs.

I pride myself on how well I've taken care of my body. Healthiness is pertinent to the job, and the threat of the yearly fitness test keeps me on track most days.

Feeling as if fair is fair and it's my turn, I reach up and begin to unbutton her blouse. The hint of lace I've been forced to see all day has been driving me crazy, and I feel on the brink of insanity by the time I'm able to slide it off her shoulders.

"No," Itell her, moving her arms away when she tries to cover her middle. "Jesus, baby."

I cup her full breasts, the white lace covering them making my mouth water.

With the tip of my forefinger, I pull one cup down, not hesitating for a second to lean forward and cover her dusty pink nipple with my mouth.

Her moan makes me suck harder, flicking my tongue against the tip of her breast as it tightens.

Selfishly, I pull back and give the same attention to the other breast, greedily sucking it into my mouth.

She shifts, situating her body so that she's straddling my hips rather than lying across my lap, and I realize just how fucking lucky of a man I am when she leans forward, offering her breasts to me again.

I tease the furled tip of one with my fingers as I lave at the other with my tongue before switching sides as she continues to grind down on my lap. My cock aches, the angle of it is not very conducive to what we're getting ourselves into.

The back of my hand brushes the heat between her legs when I reach down and arrange myself better.

"Wow," she whispers, her forehead resting against mine as she looks down between us.

The swollen, angry-looking head of my cock is visible above the waistband of my boxer briefs.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one losing my mind," she whispers as a bead of pre-cum rolls to the side.

"Are you aching for me, Cora?" I ask, lifting her flowy skirt until I can see her silk-covered pussy. "Jesus."

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