Page 56 of Just My Luck

Heated desire flashed across his features before his ever-present frown returned. “I don’t have a condom.”

I stared, indecisions coursing between us as his cock nestled against my pussy. “I have an IUD. Are you... ?” There was no polite way to ask someone if they were clean. Already half-drunk on each other was probably not the best time to be thinking about it, but it needed to be said.

His intensity was fierce. “I haven’t been with anyone since... a really long time. I’ve been tested.”

I wasn’t at all surprised. I knew he wouldn’t ask, so I offered the information to him. “I’ve been tested too.” I lifted the stolen T-shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor. “I want you—need you—to fuck me.”

My knees lifted, allowing me to rise up and line his cock up with my entrance.

“Please,” I pleaded as the head of his cock barely pressed against me.

His hands flexed on my hips, holding me steady. “How am I ever supposed to say no to you?”

I grinned and spread my legs, sinking him deeper. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “You’re not.”

Slowly, Abel moved his hips upward. Despite already coming and being primed to take him, my pussy fluttered around the stretch of his thick dick.

“That’s it, baby. Sink down and let me stretch that cunt.” His hands massaged my thighs as I took him.

I moaned as his words played on a loop in my head. I could never have imagined that reserved, quiet Abel was hiding a seriously skilled lover. My body tensed as I adjusted to his size.

My hips began to move, setting a pace to grind my clit against the base of his dick while he filled me. Abel plucked my aching nipples, rolling each peak and tugging gently. My head rolled back and Abel adjusted, sitting up and bracing my weight on his lap. I wound my arms around his neck, and his arms banded across my back and held me close. I rocked with him, reveling in how perfectly we fit together.

Beneath me, his hips began circling, frantically chasing his own release. I arched back, providing him a full view of my tits as I braced myself behind me on the bed. His mouth came down and laved each peak with slow strokes of his tongue.

I looked at him, one hand moving to his hair and tugging. “Come for me, Abel. I want you to fill me.”

On a groan, he buried his face into my neck. With slow pulses, he gave in to his release. I wound my arms and legs around him, holding him close as he finished. He may be sullen and imposing, but I know a man who needs to be held when I see one.

I wondered if anyone had ever been soft and gentle with Abel King. For long moments, he held me in the quiet depths of his darkened bedroom.

This is going to change everything.

His fingers stroked the bumps of my spine, and I toyed with the ends of his hair.

Finally, I sat back to look at him and smiled. “What did I tell you? Best. Wife. Ever.”

My silliness broke the tension and eased the intensity building between us. Abel rewarded me with a rare grin. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

I stroked the side of his face, trying to read the emotions that flickered over his features. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”

I shifted, easing off him and relishing the fact I was going to be good and sore in the morning. Disappearing into the en suitebathroom, I washed up, hoping Abel would join me and we could spend the rest of the night ignoring the fact we’d just completely changed the rules of our relationship and simplyenjoyeach other.

He didn’t come in.

Instead, I walked back into the bedroom to find it cold and empty.

TWENTY-ONE

ABEL

Sloane had utterly rockedmy world, and the absolute last thing I wanted to do was walk out that bedroom door. It was as though from the moment we saidI do, my primal, lizard brain went into overdrive. My thoughts were consumed by her—anticipating her needs and finding ways to make her life easier. I was a drowning man, lost and without hope, and along came Sloane, offering a solution. She was a life raft—however temporary—and I planned to hold on to it for as long as I could.

Still, walking out was the right call.

Sloane and I hadn’t defined this new phase of our relationship, but I sure as fuck didn’t need her kids walking in on us and finding us naked. I may not have children, but I could venture a guess that seeing us together without having talked about it would be problematic for her. So I gathered my pride and my clothing and sneaked out the door while she was showering.

She didn’t need to know that I’d also lifted the pillow to my face to get one last drag of the smell of her perfume.

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