Page 34 of Passion Restored

He pulled out slowly before thrusting back in. She wrapped one leg around his waist before bringing up the other to rest on his shoulder.

At his shocked look, she laughed. “Pilates.”

“I’ve never wanted to cry in happiness during sex before, but dude. I think this is going to be amazing.” He laughed before kissing her again.

Then he moved.

And she met him for every thrust, every roll of hips.

And when they both came, his heart raced, and his body grew sweat-slick. He shouted her name, taking her lips with his, knowing this had been far more than sex…far more than the best sex he’d ever had in his life.

This had meant something.

And from the panicked look in her eyes, she knew it, too.

Spent, he turned on his side, his cock still buried within her, and held her close, running his hands down her back. She didn’t speak, but neither did he. He hadn’t planned for this, hadn’t planned on her.

And for someone like him, that couldn’t end well.

He just hoped that somewhere, in all his past plans, he found a way to make this work.

Somehow.

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