Page 37 of Rafferty

She does, squeezing hard as she rolls the rubber over my length. My hand goes back to her chest, pushing her down on the bed and roughly spreading her legs. I come down on her, cover her body and rub the head of my dick through her slick folds.

“Oh God… Rafferty. Quit fucking around.”

I pay no attention to her words, instead focusing on the sensation of my body moving against hers, barely slipping inside. With each movement, I feel her muscles relax and her eyes become heavy with desire. I shift my hips in a circular motion, teasing the tip of my cock inside her tight, wet heat. Looking down at her, I can see all the pleasure that is yet to come and it only fuels my own desire.

My balls tingle with anticipation at the thought of being completely swallowed by her. I catch Tempe watching me—raw lust evident in her features—and it only adds fuel to the fire burning inside me. “This might make you scream,” I warn her with a dark smile. “I may have some explaining to do to the neighbors tomorrow.”

Before she can respond, I thrust into her with all my force and she lets out a loud, primal moan. Her hands grip my ass tightly, urging me deeper into her. I bite down on my cheek to suppress my own need to howl with the pleasure. With no need for a slow buildup, I pound into her, hearing her grunt each time I hit the depths of her inner walls. I consider asking if she wants me to slow down, but just one word from her has me dizzy with need.

“Harder,” she moans.

My eyes roam over Tempe’s face—her lids squeezed shut in ecstasy, lips curled in a dreamy smile. Her nails dig into my flesh with just enough pain to heighten the pleasure. It’s a symphony of slapping skin and heavy breathing, filled with dirty commands and begging for release.

The debauchery of it all, the frantic pace of our fucking and the wetness of her juices on my lips—it’s all too much for me to handle and I feel myself reaching the peak of orgasm. I decide to let go, hoping that Tempe will climax with me, but if not, I’ll take care of her afterwards.

With my game plan in effect, I start thrusting even faster into her, determined to bring her to the brink with me.

Tempe’s muscles tense and she lets out a guttural moan as she tightens her grip on my body. My senses are overwhelmed and I quicken my pace, but then slow down just enough to feel the pulsing of her clit under my thumb.

Tempe’s words ring in my ears, driving me to the edge. “I’m so close.”

Her body quivers beneath me, and I know I’m right there with her. I thrust into her with all my might, each movement sending us both toward the brink. And then it happens—Tempe is the first to climax, her body clenching and trembling as she falls over the edge. I watch in awe as she comes undone in my arms and it’s all over for me.

I can’t hold back any longer. As her body continues to spasm beneath mine, I slam one last time into her before losing control. A wave of ecstasy washes through me and I groan out my orgasm as I press my cheek against hers.

As we try to catch our breaths, I drop down onto Tempe’s sweat-soaked skin, feeling utterly spent but intensely satisfied. I gather her into my arms and roll us to the side.

We’re both quiet but she’s the one who breaks the silence. “So does that mean like… we’re official or something?”

Snickering, I reach down and squeeze her ass. “Yeah… we’re official.”

“Still not cashing that check,” she says.

“I know,” I murmur, but I’ll find a way to get the money to her mom. I have no clue if Natalie has as much pride as Tempe does, but it’s worth a try.

She’s the real deal now, so I’m going to do whatever I can to help her and her family.

Another thought strikes me. “Christmas is day after tomorrow.”

“I know,” she says with a slight groan. “I still have to get some shopping done for my mom and Cooper tomorrow. I’ve been so busy between work, taking care of Mom, and being your fake girlfriend, I haven’t had time.”

Guilt hits me hard, as I hadn’t even thought about how this might affect her personal life. “I’m sorry.”

She lifts her head, gives me a warm smile. “Don’t apologize. I knew what I was getting into, and besides… I have time tomorrow. It’s Christmas Eve and luckily, I don’t have to work. I’ll be able to get it all done.”

“Are you still good going to the party with me at Brienne Norcross’s? I know we had tentatively scheduled it on the ‘fake girlfriend agenda,’ but now that we’re the real deal, I’d love for you to be my date.”

“Of course,” she says brightly. “It sounds fun.”

“And how about I take you shopping tomorrow? I’ve got some things to pick up too.” Like presents for her, Cooper and Natalie, because it suddenly dawns on me, I didn’t just gain Tempe, I gained her family too.

“Um… okay.” She seems to reconsider before popping back up again. “Yes. That sounds fun. Let’s do it.”

And it does sound fun. Shopping, getting in the Christmas spirit, being a real couple, which is both odd and appealing at the same time.

“And I’d like to invite you to have Christmas Day dinner with us,” she says. “Farren too, of course.”

I’m so stunned to actually be invited into her inner sanctum on such an important holiday that I’m momentarily speechless. She takes it as if she might have crossed a boundary as she immediately backpedals. “I mean… only if you want to. You might want to spend it with family—”

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