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She cries out again and begins to move her hips. My hands knead her ass as she sets the pace, rocking against me and using my cock for her pleasure. Watching her ride me is almost as satisfying as feeling it. Her tits bounce and sway, her pulse beats away in her neck, she cries out my name as her walls begin to quake again.

I want to blurt out that I love her, to tell her over and over again while I’m planted deep inside her body, but it’s too much, too soon. Leaning forward to take her nipple in my mouth while she grinds on top of me, setting the pace for her pleasure, I whisper it against her skin.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I don’t stop until I feel my cock erupt with hot ropes of cum, filling her pussy like it’s mine, because it is. She’s mine. I’m going to love her and take care of her until she realizes it, too. No matter how long it takes.

CHAPTER 16

MIA

Ian wakesup before me again but doesn’t notice me staring at him as he reads. His brow furrows as he flips the page, his deep blue eyes scanning each line quickly. His hair is messy, his glasses perch on his aristocratic nose, and his naked chest rises and falls slowly and deeply. My eyes prick as I watch him with a foreign warmth running through my veins.

It’s safe to say Sunday mornings are my favorite now, too. I love sleeping in with him, actually sleeping in while he wakes and reads. I don’t even know what time he gets up. The fact that this is something I could easily get used to scares me.

This feels too good to be true, like I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For him to wake up tomorrow and realize he could be with someone who makes more sense. Someone who the society pages of the newspaper he reads every morning would want to run a big story on. Not a twenty-something-year-old woman with more debt than money to her name.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says without looking up from the page, pulling me from my dark thoughts. “Get your fill of checking me out?”

“Not nearly.” I mean it, I could wake up beside him forever and probably still find new things to obsess over.

“Good.”

I’m torn between staying in the safety of his sheets, tucked in close beside him while he reads, and fleeing back to the safety of my own apartment. He sets his book on the bedside table and slides back down under the covers next to me. I melt into his embrace as he pulls me against the cool skin of his chest.

“Let’s stay in bed all day.”

“I can’t.” Even if I wanted to, I know I shouldn’t. “I’m going to go see my parents today.”

It’s not the full truth. Nico told me he was going to see them today with Stella and told me I could come along if I wanted. It would be nice to go out there without relying on public transportation, so I’m going to take him up on it. Plus, it’ll give me a reason to put a little distance between myself and Ian.

I need to gain some perspective. It’s too hard to think clearly when we’re together because he’s so wonderful to me that my judgement can feel clouded. Not to mention the physicality of our relationship.

Even now I can feel him looking at the top of my head where it rests on his chest while he tries to figure out what I’m thinking. He doesn’t need to ask for me to know what he’s doing. That’s the scariest part, the way I intrinsically know what he’s doing, what he’s thinking.

“When can I see you again?” he asks as he presses his lips to my hair.

“I’m not sure what my week looks like at work yet. I’ll let you know.” I try to scramble from his arms, but he holds me close.

“Hey.” He puts his finger beneath my chin, lifting it until he can see my eyes. “I really loved having you here this weekend. Spending all my time with you was just what I needed.”

A crack works its way through my resolve. “I had a good time, too.”

It’s not a lie. I’ve never meant anything more. For as many differences as he and I have, we still work together so well. It feels like it’s too good, though.

I press a kiss to his lips, lingering as he deepens the kiss. He runs the tip of his nose along mine as the kiss ends. I wonder if he knows he does that or if it’s just him. I love the tenderness of the gesture; it makes me feel cherished.

“I guess I’ll let you go.” He locks his arms around me. “But I don’t want to. Do you want me to drive you home?”

“No, I’ll just take an Uber. Nico might be waiting at my place.” That isn’t the truth, but it isn’t outside the realm of possibility. Nico and Stella are picking me up, but it won’t be for another hour or two.

I give him one more kiss and then extract myself from his arms. He picks his book back up while I change clothes and freshen up. As I walk around his bedroom collecting my clothes from the past few days, he stands and pulls on a pair of sweatpants to wear to walk me out.

I let him pull me close for another long, lingering kiss as we wait for his elevator. He sticks his hand on the doors to hold them open for me.

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