Page 49 of After Tonight

She realized she’d been holding her breath as she laughed. “Yeah, Big Guy, I’m okay. You’re very impressive, but I can handle it.”

His eyes flashed and the corner of his mouth curled. “You think so?”

A surge of what she could only label as happiness went through her. Okay, they were having sex. But this was still Derek. This wasn’t going to change anything. “I’d love for you to try to get me to the point where I can’t,” she told him.

His grin grew, but his eyes darkened. “Well, what kind of god would I be if I didn’t perform some miracles?”

Riley squeezed her muscles around him and curled her fingers into his shoulders. “Miracles huh?”

“Yeah, like making Riley Ames say, ‘I was wrong and you were right, Derek.’”

She laughed. “That would be a miracle.”

“Well, hang on, sweetheart. Here we go.” He gripped her ass and pulled out, slowly, the friction so, so good.

Then he thrust, deep and hard. Riley felt it everywhere. The bottoms of her feet even tingled, and she let out a heartfelt moan.

And then he picked up the pace. He thrust and withdrew in deep, steady strokes that were fast and hard and hit absolutely every single spot that she needed him and a few she hadn’t ever felt before. She hung on, for sure. She really felt like she was doing very little to help the whole scenario out. But she couldn’t feel bad about it. She just wanted to feel. She just wanted…Derek. All of him. His body, his humor, their history, and, for sure, that half-hot, half-affectionate look he’d been giving her.

She felt the orgasm building from down deep, a sensation she could never reproduce herself. She tightened her arms and legs around him, feeling the crest coming closer quickly.

“Oh, not quite yet, darlin’.” Suddenly Derek pulled back.

“Wha— What?” she demanded as the delicious pace went from perfect to nothing.

He let her go, her feet swinging to the floor.

“Der—”

But before she could even get his name out, he spun her to face the wall. “Hands up, sweetheart.”

She’d barely braced her hands on the wall before he gripped her hips and thrust, filling her again from behind and hitting a spot that made her cry out.

“That’s right. That’s fucking right,” he said gruffly. “Let me hear it.”

Nothing had ever felt like this. Ever.

And this was Derek.

And that somehow made it even better.

His thrusts were deep and sure, and the way he held her hips kept her exactly where he wanted her. Exactly where she wanted to be.

He said dirty things, he touched her all over—like a freakin’ Sex God— and she was quickly climbing toward another orgasm.

She’d known those would be easy with him.

“Come for me. God, I need to feel it, Ry.”

Well, if he insisted. She reached back and gripped his ass, holding him tight as she went over the edge, calling his name.

He was right there with her. “Fuck, Ry. Yes! Fuck.”

She knew she might have bruises on her hips where he was hanging on. And she hoped she would. Because she wasn’t going to believe this happened when it was over.

Derek kept moving even as the ripples of pleasure faded. Finally, he braced his hand on the wall over her head, leaning into her, putting his mouth against her ear.

“Riley.”

That was all he said.

That was all he needed to say.

She covered his hand on her hip and squeezed. “Derek.”

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