Page 58 of Implode

I deserve what my parents couldn’t give to me…

Love and attention.

Sense of security.

A place to call home.

However, I’m carrying a big secret that is going to explode in my face. I’m not going to be able to hide it much longer. I am going to have to figure out how to handle this head-on with the least amount of heartbreak. There are too many feelings involved, and the guilt I’m feeling is excruciating.

I am wrapped up in the scent that is proprietarily Nic Hoffman. I could get used to sharing his bed and his space again. So many of my day-to-day routines are now part of Nic’s. We work out together, try out new recipes, and enjoy talking about our days. He has shown me that someone can change and be better. I would like to believe I had some influence in his progress—but I know it is something bigger.

I roll to my side and start to climb out of bed, when I am pulled back and pinned under a very sexy Nic.

“Eeek,” I squeak, from being caught off guard. I look up into his eyes as I wiggle my hips underneath the weight of his. “Hello, mister.” I look down between our bodies and lift my hips up to grind against his. “And hello down below.”

“Time to pay your ransom.”

“My ransom? For what?”

“For your own release,” he says coolly.

“What happens if I like to be your captive?”

Nic’s eyes darken. “Then it’s time to pay for your keep.”

I pout. “That doesn’t seem fair. Either way you slice it, I have to pay.”

“My bed, my rules.”

“My body, my bounty,” I counter with a smirk.

He chuckles. “You better not be putting a bounty on my head. Either one,” he says, making his penis twitch. “You scare us both when you get mad.”

“Good.” I giggle and then stretch up to kiss his lips, which he leans down to meet halfway. We are both naked, and it is easy to get lost in the moment. And we do.

I open my legs to allow Nic to slide into my pussy. I will never get bored of the moment of anticipation of him first entering. He pulls back and sinks in. We keep this rhythm up and then when I think I’m about to come, he pulls out.

“Hey!” I whine. “I was close.”

“You’ll get there again,” Nic promises. “I need to see more of you.”

I yelp as he scoops me up and carries me into the bathroom, where he sets me on a towel spread out over the top of the vanity.

“Better?” I ask, turning around and looking at my body from various angles in the mirror. I’m not sure I like how soft I’m starting to look. When I glance back up at Nic, I can see hunger in his eyes. The inner walls of my pussy clench with the knowledge that he is going to be back to take what is his.

“You look so hot like this perched up on my counter, waiting for me to fuck you, deep and hard. You like it rough, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” I exhale, right as he thrusts into me.

His fingers slide under my ass and hoist me up to accept every inch of his length. I don’t last long, and as soon as I start to moan and throw my head back in ecstasy, Nic lets out a roar and releases so deep inside me that I think I will be leaking him out the rest of the day.

We stumble into the shower and come down from our highs. I run the soap over his pecs and down his stomach. I am squatting down, cleaning his legs when I get an idea in my head.

With the water pelting on my back, I suck Nic’s cock into my mouth and slide him in and out until he hardens from my attention.

“Fuck, Claire, your mouth is perfect. Suck harder. I like a little bit of bite.”

I follow the instructions, as his hands twist my wet hair into a rope. I have sucked on him before, but not like this. Right now, I am taking my time, and he isn’t going to stop me from getting everything I want.

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