Page 87 of Suddenly Entwined

I arch off the bed, my heel digging in his muscled back, mouth open in a silent scream of delight. Pulsing around his fingers, Berg slows, soft licks with the flat of his tongue, bringing me back from the brink. The bed depresses and I’m vaguely aware of him scooting me further toward the headboard.

“Can you be that quiet while I fuck you?”

“Only one way to find out,” I pant, grinning up at his flushed face.

When I crane my neck, though, and see his erection sticking out of his fly, I’m doubtful. He wastes no time ditching the pants and snagging a condom. Although I'm sad to see the slacks fall to the floor, it’s probably for the best since he actually needs to wear them out tonight. He rolls the condom on, fists himself, and lines up with my entrance. With each of his hungry glances, my breathing grows shallow, the urgency to have him closer building.

“Just in case,” he growls, covering my mouth with his right hand a second before he drives into me in one go.

I cry out against his skin, my eyelids fluttering at the feel of his hot cock so deep inside me.

“I love the idea of making you scream, Caro. But there’s a time and place for that. Right now, I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that?”

It’s hardly fair. He tilts his hips and thrusts again; the pleasure written all over his face.

“Not going to last. Not after tasting you like that.”

My voice is garbled as I try to talk. “Do it.”

I know he understands. His expression darkens as he builds up his speed. I cling to his rock hard shoulders as he fucks me into his bed. The stress of the day, all the worries about the cake and whatever else has been swirling through my mind, melts away like frost on a sunny morning.

“Do. It,” I grit out again.

His mouth falls open and his thrusts falter, stilling deep within me as he comes with a blissed out expression. He moves hishand, brushing my hair off my damp forehead. As he presses a simple kiss to my lips, I let my eyes slip closed for a moment while I catch my breath. Berg disappears into the bathroom, returning with a hot washcloth and cleaning me gently between my thighs before passing me my underwear. He returns to the bathroom again; the water runs for a bit while he cleans up. He doesn’t look disheveled in the slightest, but I’m guessing my hair resembles a bird sanctuary. I get dressed quickly.

“Since you’re home early, boss. I’m heading down to my place for a shower.”

“Wait,” he says, dragging me against me.

I giggle, knowing we’re on the clock here. It was a miracle all that happened without interruption.

Berg kisses me again, tenderly, his tongue swiping across my bottom lips while he cups my cheeks in his palms.

“Will you be my date for the dance, please, Carolina?”

My heart swells with affection as I rise on my toes.

“I’d love to.”

Chapter thirty

Berg

Caro’s knuckles are white as she clutches the plate holding her cake on her lap.

“Drive carefully!”

“I am, Carolina.”

“Yeah, Daddy, drive carefuller for Caro’s cake!”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’d hate for it to be lopsided.”

Caro gasps, jaw dropping dramatically. “How dare you?”

She’s being absolutely ridiculous about this cake and I sort of love it. It’s ugly. She knows it; I know it. But I suppose she doesn’t want it to get uglier, hence her panic about my driving skills. I’ve never been to one of my children’s school dances before. The girls have always attended with friends. But tonight it’s different. I’m wearing clothes that make me feel like a new man, and I have a date that makes me smile the second I see her.

“You should have seen the other cakes!”

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