Page 113 of The Secret

The smile he gave me lit up the darkened room better than if the sun had been shining her beams directly onto the bed. His hand fisted the back of my head, as he lifted up off the pillow and met my lips with a kiss which totally lacked any finesse, but made up for it a hundredfold with the passion sparking through it.

He loved me and I loved him.

The rest we’d figure out.

Hopefully.

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Murray

Her delicious body curled into mine, lit by a single beam of light that had crept through a gap in the thick blinds. Her peachy ass fit perfectly into the curve of my thighs as I big spooned into her little spoon. The faint shadows of her rib cage darkened then lightened with every steady breath.

She was perfection.

Never in my life had I imagined I’d meet someone like her; solassez-faire, so vibrant and calm, with the biggest heart and kindest soul. It never occurred to me that anyone else I’d been with previously hadn’t been, but she’d upped the ante the second I’d laid eyes on her, and now it was perfectly clear why I’d never been in a relationship… I was waiting for her.

Her and Bell.

My life was complete without me even realizing it.

Last night, she’d outshone the diamonds hanging from her ears, and I’d seen every single pair of eyes follow her as she passed. All night, my blood had been charged with an overwhelming possessiveness which would have had me kill anyone who’d tried to take her away from me – or at least deliver a swift punch to the face - and knowing we’d be going home together? My heart had swollen so big I was amazed it hadn’t broken through my rib cage.

A low hum escaped her lips as my dick thumped against her, because he was less patient about letting her sleep. She shifted against me and he took it as a sign to poke her, hard. As I began lightly tracing the soft dip of her waist with my fingertips, her leg moved back and hooked over mine twisting her body toward me, urging my dick forward.

The white noise of the baby monitor was broken with a shriek. I froze, to see if it was followed by another one, which it was. My daughter was cock blocking me for what was the first, and I guessed wouldn’t be the last, time.

My lips brushed her shoulder. “I’ll go.”

“No, I will.”

“No, you stay in bed. I’ll have your overflowing coffee ready when you’re down and we can pick this up later.”

Then we both froze. It took a second for us to recognize the voice coming through the monitor app and remember that Payton was here.

Kit turned to me, eyes open wide. “Fuck, yes. What a genius idea it was to have her sleep over.”

My phone clattered to the floor as I tried to switch the monitor off as quickly as I could, pulling her back into me, nibbling into her neck. “How long do you think I can get her to stay so we can remain right here?”

She answered with a gasp, my palm sliding over her stomach, down to the hot, smooth skin between her thighs, already slick, and waiting for me. Her head fell back against my shoulder when two of my fingers slipped over her hard, sensitive clit, and into her soft warm pussy, winning myself a groan so low and gravelly it would have stripped me bare if I hadn’t already been naked. The noises I could get this woman to make almost had me coming before she’d even touched me.

I hooked her leg further over mine, my fingers slipping free, but her maneuver now had my cock nudging her entrance, pushing just enough so she could feel my tip throbbing. But, I eased back, as she fluttered around me.

“Don’t tease me,” she moaned.

Gathering her hair in my free hand, I ignored her request and repeated the movement, as torturous for me as it was for her, but I needed to prolong it somehow, or I’d be coming in seconds.

I brushed so lightly over her pebbled nipples she’d have felt more of a breeze, until I rolled one between my fingers.

“Murray, please…”

I felt her begging deep in my balls, and holding her in place I lifted her leg up under my arm, thrusting into her in one swift movement, swallowing her cry as she slanted her mouth up to reach mine. The feeling of being inside her, of being owned by her hot, wet, velvety pussy was something else entirely; an experience I could happily have twenty-four hours a day and yet it wouldn’t be nearly enough.

The lazy, sensual morning fuck I’d woken up wanting went up in the flames we always set our bed alight with as she pulled away and moved to her knees, her ass high in the air.

“I see I need to take things into my own hands,” she sassed me, with a slow swipe of her tongue across my open, astounded mouth.

In less than a second, I gathered myself and slammed back inside her with such force the painting above the bed rattled against the wall, and I swear a few teeth loosened. I stilled us both until the pounding echoing between our already sweat soaked bodies lessened.

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