Page 27 of Loaded Laces

Only when she’s a hairsbreadth away from exploding do I reach for the nightstand, pull out a condom.

I’m rolling it down my dick a heartbeat later.

And then I’m kneeling between her legs, notching myself at her entrance, desperate to thrust deep. But I force myself to stop, to wait for her eyes to come to mine. “Still good, baby?”

Her cheeks are pink.

Her eyes are warm.

Her words are exactly what I’m desperate to hear.

“Come inside me, honey.”

I don’t hesitate. I thrust deep—and fuck, it’s perfection. It’stoofucking good, so good that I’m ready to explode on that first stroke.

Thankfully, she’s right there with me, meeting me thrust for thrust, nails biting into my skin, pussy convulsing around my cock. It would be embarrassingly fast if she wasn’t coming too, if she wasn’t calling out my name and falling apart.

But she is.

And so am I—my orgasm blasting through me, sending my strokes into jerky disarray as pleasure tears through my insides, sucking the strength through my limbs, sending me collapsing on top of her.

I barely have the presence of mind to roll to the side.

But I do, and I spend the next minutes trying to catch my breath and summon the strength to speak.

Only, before I can, her stomach rumbles.

“Shit,” she mutters. “I skipped lunch.”

Suddenly, I’m not tired. I have to feed my woman. Drawing her closer, I nuzzle at her throat. “Stay here, Bella bee. I’ll go grab us some food from the kitchen.”

Her face is soft, and she touches my cheek. “Thank you, honey.”

A nip to her throat. “It’s selfish, really.” I grin. “This way, I get to keep you naked.”

She giggles, and I shove out of bed, snagging my jeans and tugging them on.

Then I’m making my way into the kitchen, thanking my lucky stars that the soup is on simmer and my hard work isn’t ruined after the side trip to the bedroom.

And what a side trip it was.

Grin widening, I bend and scoop up her purse, shaking my head at the mess I made—keys and gum scattered, wallet half out, lipstick rolled beneath the toe kick of the cabinets, papers scattered.

I gather all her shit, stuff it inside, but when I make it to the papers…

I frown.

Because, although it takes me a second, I eventually realize the document in my hands is the paperwork for…

A lease on an apartment.

Twelve

Belle

When he doesn’t come back upin a few minutes, I start to worry.

Then my stomach rumbles again, and his order to remain naked and wait for him or not, I crawl out of bed, snag his tee, my underwear (both of which are scattered on opposite sides of the room, along with the rest of our clothes), and pull them on.

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