Page 79 of Bound

His smirk may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

But I don’t get to do more than commit that to memory before he’s listening to my orders, slamming into me, pulling out, thrusting again and again andagain.

Until I feel that heat gathering in my belly.

Until my nerves are tingling with sensation.

Until my vision hazes and my head falls back and my nails dig into his shoulders and?—

Until I come apart.

“Oh, my God,” I whisper. “Oh, my?—”

And then there are no more words.

Just pleasure that threatens to tear me apart. And a man who helps keep me together.

“Christ,” he growls when his own orgasm yanks him under, his thrusts going choppy and uneven, my name tumbling off his lips. “You feel.” A thrust. “So fucking.” Another. “Good.”

It’s long moments later before I’m able to speak, to hold myself up when he settles my feet carefully on the ground.

His hands rest on either side of my face. “I love you.”

I inhale, open my mouth?—

“And you were right.”

I exhale. “About what?”

“Smitty knows.”

More breath, though this time it’s sharp and deep and nearly has me choking out, “H-he does?”

“He does, and he’s known for a long time, I think and—” He shoves a hand through hair. “He’s never treated me differently. I mean, I was starting to get there”—he drops his hand—“because of you.”

My throat is tight.

“But some part of me thought…” He sighs and shakes his head.

“That it still might find a way to come back and hurt you.”

“Yeah.”

I take his hand. “Smitty knows.”

He exhales. “Which means that Luc probably knows.”

I nod.

“Youknow.”

Another incline of my head.

“And you love me.”

“I do.”

“And so do my parents.”

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