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Our foreheads touch. We're exercising the last modicum of control, hoping the other finds the strength to pull away. The pull is too strong to resist.

"You're married," she whispers weakly.

I can feel the warmth of her lips under mine, and I know nothing short of the building exploding will stop me from kissing her.

"I know."

Energy bursts between us once our lips touch, propelling us past any reservations we had for crossing a line that should be firm. One kiss starts my addiction. I’m hooked on the taste of River. The sound of the breathy moan she releases when I deepen the kiss goes straight to my dick. Quickly, I learn about the warnings of tasting forbidden fruit. This has the power to beall I think about. Dipping both of my hands under her knees, I pull her flush against me. River wraps her legs around me, just as reluctant to let go as I am. I move my kisses to her jaw, then neck, inhaling the scent of her.

With a growl, I nip at her pulse point, then soothe the area with the tip of my tongue. The desire to mark her is too strong. My mouth moves towards her collarbone as I push down the straps of her shirt. The sight of her full breasts golden and tipped with brown is enough to make me weak. I suppress a whimper and pick her up.

The heat of her body is like its own siren’s song. My hands grip the ass that has been haunting my dreams. I don’t fight the urge to knead it as I flick the tip of my tongue over one of her nipples. River rolls her hips, and we both shudder from the heat of her pussy sliding along my erection. I don’t have the patience to move us, and while I know there’ll be repercussions of my impatience, I place her on the table.

Her hands are under my shirt and she’s lifting it over my head before I can think. I don’t want to think, but I need to give her this.

“Ask me to stop, River,” I nearly beg, my willpower dead. “Tell me to walk away and I will just like I did the other night.”

She drops her head on my shoulder, but her hand is still sliding up and down my naked torso. We have the same issue, it seems. Finally, she turns her head. Her nose nudges the crook of my neck as her breath comes out in a sigh.

“I can’t.”

We attack each other with kisses, both of us ridding the other of any clothing standing in our way. Finally, my dick slides along her wet slit, feeling the heat that awaits me. I know there’s no turning back. Helena could walk in right now, and she’d have to watch because stopping is no longer an option for me. I want everything River’s body offers.

Cupping the back of her head, I ensure our eye contact remains as I press into her. There will be no confusion about who we’re fucking. River and I are in this together. I clench my jaw and her long lashes flutter as I stretch her.

“Fuck,” she moans when I bottom out, and I vow to kill Mario. He’s far too dumb to live.

I’d be lying if I called this making love or even sex. This is fucking in its purest form because two stressed-out people at the end of their ropes have collided, seeking a carnal release that is raw and primitive.

I don’t hold back as I slam into her. We stay lost in each other’s gazes for the first few strokes, but her plush tits that shake and tease my chest hair with every pump beg to be devoured. Pushing them together, I feast on her nipples, sucking, nipping, and licking them until she’s clawing at me and begging not to stop.

Each scratch her nails leaves behind fuels the crazy, and I don’t care if we break the entire penthouse as long as we get off. Her pussy grips me like my dick is the best thing it’s ever had. I rub my thumb across her lips, which are puffy from my kisses, and River sucks it into her mouth while her eyes dare me to do my worst.

Damn, having her is an experience that I’m not trying to end soon. I hear and feel how wet she is for me, but I want to see it. As I push her flat on the table, she automatically opens for me, giving me an unobstructed view of my cock glistening from her juices with each pump. Her pussy lips are puffy like the ones I kissed and my mouth waters. My mouth and cock want to be in the same place at the same time. I want to taste her, and I can’t stop fucking her. I do the next best thing.

She squirms and her walls tighten when I coat my fingers in her juices and spread her pussy lips to see the pink swallow me. Fuck, I want this view as my screensaver. I suck her juices offmy fingers, ensuring to get them extra wet with my saliva, then return them to the nub that’s begging for my attention. River cries out and drapes her legs on my shoulders. I love how eager she is to come for me.

I tease her for a bit, then begin adjusting the pressure until she’s moaning a mix of my name andyesin an alternating fashion. Her walls tighten on me in the most delicious way as I watch her come. Instead of dropping over the edge with her, I feel a renewed desire to keep fucking her.

I watch and wait for her to join me back on earth, flashing her a smile.

“Ready to continue?” I love how her eyes grow with surprise. Pulling out, I slam back into her still tight walls, hard, to show her I’m serious.

The mix of pleasure and fear in her eyes makes me twitch inside of her. Now, I know why fucking River is something I had to experience.

Chapter Nine

RIVER

My body issore because Theodore is insatiable. Whoever said that men lose their stamina as they get older haven’t met Mr. Kelly. Granted, while he is older than me, he’s notold.After I came, he flipped me over and took me from behind. Even half asleep, the memory is beyond arousing. He’s dirty, and I find myself liking it too much. He touches me like I’m his wet dream and tells me everything he wants to do to me just before he does it.

Every time I thought I was too sensitive and couldn’t take any more, he’d find a way to make me come again. He is magical between the sheets and I’m beginning to think it’s the reason Helena is crazy.

Last night wasn’t about her. I made the decision to push everything out of my mind and focus solely on him. The rest would have to matter in the morning. He’d followed me into my room where I fell asleep in his arms. Despite the turmoil of earlier that night, I felt safe and protected with him. I ignored the little part of my brain that told me it’s a false security—it was enough for me to rest.

At some point in the night, we woke up kissing leisurely, our hands exploring each other's bodies until the passion tookover again. Theodore rolled me onto my back, his touch still demanding yet gentler than the rest of the night.

I ran my fingers through his hair, taking all the kisses I could get while he grinded inside of me in ways that stole my breath. I reveled in the feel of his solid body on mine, the way his lips worshiped every inch of me, and the things he whispered in the dark. During the night, I felt as if he was mine and I was his.

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