Page 17 of Fall For You

“You know,” I replied as I crossed my arms and glared at her with mock annoyance. “You could occasionally think about calling ahead of time just to let me know you’re coming.”

“But I wanted to surprise you,” she said, grinning mischievously.

I huffed out a laugh. “Oh, yeah? Well, mission accomplished. You sure did that. Nancy, this is Jo, by the way. Jo, Nancy.

“Hi. I’m just gonna head out now,” Nancy said, as she sidled toward the door.

I nodded in agreement. “Yeah, sorry. That’s probably for the best.” Because, after all, what other options were there?

“Bye,” Jo said, waving at Nancy as she passed her on the way out. “Sorry you can’t stay.” Then she turned to me and said, “Well…she seems nice.”

I rolled my eyes. “Cut the crap, Jo.”

“What?” she demanded. “I am sorry—sort of. And she does seem nice.”

“Uh-huh.”

“What, am I cramping your style, or something?”

“Yeah,” I told her. “You are. So why don’t you get your ass over here and make it up to me?”

Her smile turned wicked once again. “I could maybe do that,” she said as she quickly stripped out of her clothes.

I took the opportunity to shuck off my own jeans and caught her around the waist as she jumped into my bed. I settled her on top of me, straddling my lap. As she bent to kiss me, I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close and then holding her in place while I plundered her mouth.

“You’re not really mad that I’m here, are you?” she asked, a little breathlessly, as she broke away from me.

“’Course not,” I told her, sitting up to nuzzle her neck. “I missed you. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Good,” she said as she slipped out of my hold. She wiggled down the bed until she could take my cock in her mouth, mumbling words I couldn’t really understand, but that sounded a lot like, “I missed you, too.”

I groaned in appreciation as she took me deep. The heat of her mouth, the swirl of her tongue, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked me hard—it was a matter of minutes before I was begging her to grab a condom, to take me inside, to let me have her.

As she rode me hard, I took her mouth in another kiss and slid two fingers between us to stroke her clit. She broke first, crying out softly, the walls of her cunt pulsing around me as I grabbed her hips and pumped into her. Hard. Fast. Deep. I wanted to prolong the pleasure forever, but I couldn’t even last another minute. Her name blasted from my lips as I came and came and finally collapsed, boneless and exhausted.

“So, what made you decide to come home this weekend, anyway?” I asked a few minutes later as we cuddled together, in a sweaty, wrung-out heap of entwined limbs.

My question was met with silence. For a worrying amount of time, she lay still and quiet, her face averted.

Until, “Jo?” I prompted, twisting my head to look at her, then cupping her face, urging her to meet my gaze. “What is it? What’s going on?”

She huffed out a breath, squeezed her eyes closed and said, “I’m sorry, Carter. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

My breathing stalled. I silently cursed myself for having forced this confrontation. I couldn’t have just gone to sleep,could I, and left well-enough alone? “Do what?” I asked hesitantly.

“I don’t want to date other people,” she replied, biting her lip and peeking up at me nervously. “I mean, I don’t want either of us to.”

“That was your idea,” I reminded her, still too shocked to be relieved.

“I know,” she said, nodding in agreement. “But we weren’t sleeping with each other then, so it was the only logical thing to suggest.” She shrugged and added, “But now…”

“Now we are,” I said, finishing her sentence.

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“So, what are you saying? No more open marriage?”

“No more open marriage,” she agreed, in hopeful tones.

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