Page 23 of Justice

As she collapses onto the bed, I admire the sight before me. Her skin is flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Her chest heaves as she struggles to catch her breath. I climb up the bed, unable to resist touching her. I smooth her hair away from her face, marveling at how beautiful she looks.

Once she can breathe normally, she looks at me, smiling. “That was unreal,” she tells me, and I won’t fucking lie that it doesn’t thrill me that I can make her fall apart like that.

Then her face falls. “What about you?” she asks me.

I can't help but groan at the concern in her voice, at the way her eyes darken with renewed desire. My cock twitches, straining against the fabric of my underwear, begging for attention. But this isn't about me. Not yet.

"Don't worry about me, angel," I say, my voice rough with need. "This was all about you."

Elle's hand starts to move toward me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in determination.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sweetly, hesitantly, and I lie back onto the bed instantly, letting her do whatever she wants with me.

“Let me know if I do something wrong,” she says, unsure of what to do.

I take her hand, kissing the back of it. “There is nothing you can do to me that won’t feel good. You don’t have to do a single thing, angel,” I tell her once more, giving her an out.

She gets a determined look on her face and I try to hide my grin when she bravely reaches into my sweatpants, pulling my dick out with her hand.

The way her hand feels wrapped around me is unreal. She slowly runs her fingertips along the length and the thick vein I have on the underside of my dick.

“Is this okay?” she asks and I nod.

She tightens her hand around me and strokes me from the tip to the base.

“Fuck, baby,” I growl to her, and she grins at my reaction.

Getting bolder, she moves faster, running her thumb over the slit, and then to my utter shock, she bends her head down, running her tongue along the head.

“You better move now before I come,” I warn her, and she gives me a heated look as she slips the head between her lips hesitantly, still unsure but so fucking sexy with the way she is looking at me.

She sucks hard, in tandem with her hand, and I fall way too soon. I grip the headboard hard so I don’t reach down to her hair and hold her still as I come in her mouth.

She swallows me down, not missing a drop, and from the wicked look she is giving me, I can see I’m creating the best kind of monster.

Elle sits up and smiles at me sweetly. “Was that okay?” she asks me, and I let out a shaky breath.

I snag her and lift her to my chest, wanting to hold her. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

I can feel her lips twitch against my chest and I know she’s smiling. “I’m so happy, Christopher, because at one point I never thought I would be, but this is better than I ever dreamed.”

Same, angel. same.

Chapter 5

Elle

SIX MONTHS PREGNANT

I jolt awake,my eyes flying open as a wave of queasiness washes over me. The room spins, and I clamp my lips shut, desperately trying to keep the contents of my stomach where they belong. My fingers clutch the sheets, knuckles white with the effort.

Christopher stirs beside me, his warmth a stark contrast to the cold sweat breaking out across my skin. "Elle?" he mumbles, voice thick with sleep.

I can't respond. The nausea intensifies, and I know I'm fighting a losing battle. In one swift motion, I throw off the covers and lurch to my feet. The sudden movement sends another wave of dizziness through me, but I push through it, stumbling toward the bathroom.

"Elle!" Christopher's voice is more alert now, tinged with concern.

I barely make it to the toilet before my body betrays me. The acrid taste of bile fills my mouth as I retch, my stomach heaving violently. Tears spring to my eyes, partly from the physical strain and partly from frustration.

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