Page 106 of A Win-Win Situation

"If it’s always like this, then please do," she utters in a breathy voice.

I grab a pillow and slide it under her hips. When I thrust into her again, I hit a different angle that she clearly enjoys, because she pulls me closer and drags her nails down my back.

"You’re taking me so well. I’m so proud of you." Her walls squeeze at the praise. "Such a good girl, loving how I fuck you."

"Oh my god." She sighs.

"Not God,Ya Amar, only me."

I clamp down on her hips and continue at the same pace.

"Please, Lucas."

I find her eyes, and the look in them is feral. I reach down to circle her clit. "Again. Say my name again."

"Oh fuck, Lucas. I’m close."

I’m close too. I’m doing everything in my power not to come before her. The look on her face is filled with the same burning desire within me. I keep rubbing her clit as I thurst her into the matress. Her inner walls tighten, clutching on to my cock and I know she’s right there.

"Come for me."

My mouth finds hers again, and we both inhale deeply, savoring the moment. Each breath she exhales becomes my own.

"Now, Leora," I demand.

Her whole body tenses as her eyes roll back. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my whole life. She comes with the most erotic scream I’ve ever heard, and her walls squeeze me so hard. Before I know it, I’m following her into oblivion, roaring her name. My whole body is on fire with my head tossed back, as I come harder than I’ve ever had before.

I sink down on her, breathing hard against her throat before I lay down next to her collecting her in my arms as we both calm our panting breaths.

Leora's eyes meet mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth—a telltale sign of her nervousness that I’ve come to recognize.

There’s a slight sheen to her forehead as she scrunches it. "Did you enjoy that?" Her question lingers in the air. Was she not in the same room with me? Did she not hear me roar her name like an animal when I came?

"Was I . . . was I good?" Her words trail off.

I hold her chin between my fingers, making her look at me again. "That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you."

"This is not how I expected the morning to go," she says with a chuckle against my lips, her finger going to my tattoos again.

"Me neither, but it’s what I hoped would happen. I’ve been wanting this for so long."

Her finger circles the tattoo on my chest. "What does nineteen ninety five represent?" My heart drops for a second as I remember why I got the tattoo in the first place.

"It’s the year my parents passed away."

She doesn't say anything for a moment, her touch lingering on the inked tribute to a painful chapter of my life. I can feel the weight of unspoken sympathy in her gaze.

"I'm sorry," she finally whispers, her eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and compassion.

I nod, appreciating her silent support. "It was a long time ago. They would have loved you though."

"You think so?"

"I know so." She cuddles closer to me, and I press her tighter to my chest.

Her voice changes, and she brings up another topic. "Why didn’t you take the chance in Paris? I practically threw myself at you." Her voice carries a tinge of embarrassment, and it makes me feel like the smallest person on earth. I handled that whole situation so poorly; I should have let her know how much I wanted her, instead of calling her my friend.

"Believe me, I wanted to, but I would never take advantage of you while you’re drunk, Leora."

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