Page 70 of Single All the Way

She chuckled quietly. “He’s worried he’s not going to finish whatever you and he are working on.”

“We’ll finish it,” I reassured her.

“Whatareyou working on?”

“Top secret.”

It wasn’t the first time she’d asked. I’d given the same answer each time. This was Xavier’s surprise first and foremost, and I wouldn’t be the one to spoil it.

“You’re no fun,” she said.

“If I ruined your boy’s surprise and broke his heart, you’d be as upset for him as I would.”

“I guess that’s true.” She ran a finger along my jaw. “I’m so curious though.”

“Your curiosity will be assuaged at the parade next weekend. That’s all I’m saying.”

She sighed as if I was the cruelest, meanest guy in town.

“Did you come down here to learn your son’s secrets, or did you come down here so I could make you scream my name?” I asked, trailing kisses along her jaw, toward her ear.

Emerson laughed quietly. “You’re mighty cocky.”

I pressed my cock against her again. “Yes, I am.”

With another laugh, she kissed me. “No screaming allowed,” she whispered. “You know that.”

“Watching you try to keep quiet as you shatter is my new favorite thing.”

“Then by all means”—she ran her talented tongue along my lip—“you should do that.”

I locked the door, shed my pajama pants, and got her naked in less than a dozen heartbeats. She crawled under the blankets, and I followed her in, covering her body with mine.

As I rubbed my shaft over her soft core, she moaned. “Make me shatter, Ben.”

“I will,” I promised. “Eventually.”

I’d waited so long for her tonight, I wasn’t going to let this be over in a few minutes. I set out to make her as desperate for me as I was for her.

Before this, we’d had plenty of urgent, hot, hard sex. We’d gotten our respective years-long dry spells out of our systems. All of it had been stellar, and I’d be up for that again any time.

That wasn’t how tonight was going to go though. I kissed her thoroughly, then trailed my lips to her neck, tasting her, nipping her, suckling as I moved lower. I spent a luxurious amount of time on each of her breasts, then slowly, torturously according to her, worshipped every inch of her body with my tongue, my fingers, my own body.

By the time I spent myself inside her, Emerson had come apart four times. Every last orgasm of hers had turned me inside out and made my blood pound that much harder.

Now I lay over her, coming down from a life-altering climax of my own, my first coherent thoughts once blood began trickling back into my brain: wishing she was mine forever and that nights like this weren’t limited.

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind I’d never feel for someone else what I felt for Emerson.

“I might be dead,” Emerson said quietly, sounding spent and satiated.

At least I wasn’t the only one.

Her arms were wrapped tightly around me, leaving no question whether she wanted me to move off her. That was handy since I wasn’t sure I could move yet.

“Heck of a way to go,” I managed, then summoned the strength to raise off her enough to find her lips again. When I rolled to the side, I took her with me, unwilling to lose the glorious feel of her heated skin against mine from head to toe.

We lay there quietly, my mind circling over what Chase and West had said tonight about leveling with Emerson about how deep I was in. At the time, I’d been sure that was a bad idea. I didn’t want her to feel like there was any pressure. Absolutely didn’t want anything to ruin what we had going. But my emotions were in the stratosphere, my chest light with the high of loving this woman. Love was more powerful if it was shared instead of nestled away as a secret. I could let her know how much I treasured her and still ensure I wasn’t pressuring her for anything. Keeping my feelings to myself seemed nearly impossible at this moment.

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