Page 68 of The Backup

I glance up at him, and the look in his eyes—raw, unguarded, and completely focused on me—makes my stomach flip. There’s something vulnerable in it, like he’s given himself over completely, and it makes me want to keep going, to take him higher, to see how far I can push him.

His breaths come faster, his grip tightening just enough to make me feel grounded, and the tension in his body coils tighter. “Sloane…” he murmurs, his voice breaking slightly. “You’re gonna ruin me. You know that, right?”

I smile against him, my hands steady as I press further, feeling him tense and hearing the quiet, almost inaudible way he groans my name.

His breathing is ragged now, his hand tightening in my hair as his head falls back against the couch. Every sound he makes fuels me, and I can feel the tension in him building, coiling tight like a spring about to snap.

“Sloane,” he groans, his voice a low rasp that sends a thrill straight through me. “You’re gonna make me explode if you don’t stop soon. And there’s something else we need to do.”

I glance up at him, and his eyes are dark, heavy-lidded with desire as he looks down at me, my hands still wrapped around his dick, stroking him while I tease him with my tongue. The way he’s watching me, like I’m the only thing that matters, sends heat rushing to my cheeks and a flutter through my chest.

His hand moves, sliding from my hair to cup my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his gaze. “I need you to ride me, baby.” His voice soft but charged with intent. “Do you want that?”

I nod softly and my breath catches, my pulse racing as I nod, words failing me.

“Come here,” he says, leaning back, his smirk returning as his hands slide down my sides to rest on my hips.

I rise slowly, slipping my shorts off with a deliberate tease, letting them pool at my feet before stepping out of them. His eyes sweep over me, his smirk deepening as he takes in the sight of me.

“Damn,” he murmurs, his voice low and appreciative. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

My cheeks flush, but I don’t hesitate as I climb onto the couch, straddling him. His hands are on me immediately, steadying me, guiding me closer as our bodies align.

“Ready, baby?” he asks, his voice a mixture of softness and need.

I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, “I’m your dirty little secret. I’m here whenever you want me.”

The words are playful, but they carry a spark of truth, and I feel his body respond, his grip on my hips tightening as a soft curse slips from his lips.

“You say that like I’m the only one getting what I want,” he mutters, his voice rough as his hands slide up my back, pulling me closer.

I smile, my heart racing as I meet his gaze, the world around us fading until there’s only him, and this, and the undeniable pull between us.

“How do you want it this time?” He asks.

“What do mean?”

“Slow? Hard?”

He runs a hand up my neck to my chin, and turns my face to look me in the eye.

“Just kidding. I’m not asking. Rough is how you want it. I already know.”

Rough.

I want itrough, my eyes say, though maybe I’m too sheepish to admit it.

His gaze turns positively devilish, as he grabs hold of my hips and increases the pace, stretching me and filling me to brim.

A gasp escapes my lips, unbidden and raw, as a shiver races down my spine. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and yet not nearly enough. He holds me firm, guiding me with a confidence that leaves me breathless, every motion sending sparks of heat rippling through me.

I don’t know how he does this—how he manages to make me feel completely undone and utterly invincible all at once. It’s intoxicating, the way he takes control while still making me feel like I’m the one with all the power.

He’s everywhere, surrounding me, consuming me, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t wanthimto stop. Ever.

My hands grip his shoulders for balance, but it’s more than that—it’s grounding myself in him, anchoring myself to the one person who’s making me feel things I didn’t think were possible.

The heat builds between us, sharp and insistent, and my mind spins with thoughts I can’t hold onto. How he feels so impossibly perfect. How I never want this moment to end. How he’s utterly ruined me for anyone else.

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