Page 69 of Why Not Forever?

He takes the two steps toward me and pulls me up so my chest is pressed against his, before he claims my mouth again, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue. His cock presses into my pussy. He guides himself in, and I sigh as he fills me.

“Tanner, you’re—” I cut off with a gasp as he holds my hips, pulling out to thrust back in.

“I’m what, baby?” he asks before kissing me at the base of my ear.

I moan as he thrusts again. One of his arms wraps around me and he plants that hand on the table behind my ass. The other hand snakes up my back to grip my braid, gently pulling so my head tilts up, giving him access to my neck. I’m wrapped around him as he starts pumping into me in a steady rhythm. He kisses my throat, my shoulder, leaning over me. With every thrust, the table rocks, hitting the wall with a soft thud.

“Tanner. I need more. Harder.”

He gives it to me. He may be in charge, but whatever I want, he’s going to give me. He pounds into me so hard, the table bangs against the wall. Then he lifts me off it like I weigh nothing, turning us and setting me on the bed without pulling his cock from my greedy cunt. He lays me back so now my ass is on the edge of the bed and he holds my legs, ramming into me over and over. I clutch the bedding, anchoring myself to meet his thrusts, my boobs bouncing, my eyes closing as I chase a second orgasm.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he says, and like the good girl I am, I obey.

He smiles at me, a smile that tells me he knows why I opened my eyes. We stay like that, staring at each other, as his thrusts start to take on a frenzied edge.

“Touch yourself,” he commands.

Immediately, I lift a hand to my mouth, but he grabs it and sucks my fingers into his own instead, getting them wet before placing my fingers over my clit where I rub circles, watching him watch me. It’s so fucking hot that I’m riding that pleasure wave a second later, crashing over it into my second orgasm after another couple of thrusts. It rushes through me, stripping me of all my walls, all my insecurities, all my doubts. It’s so strong, I practically black out. Distantly, I hear Tanner’s groan as he comes as well, right after me.

When I regain a semblance of consciousness, Tanner is lying next to me, his chest heaving, his hand travelling along my arm until he takes the hand that’s lying still over my pussy. He brings it to his mouth and licks all my cum from my fingers.

“You taste amazing, Vic,” he says.

I’m watching him. I can’t seem to stop. He looks incredibly… smug.

“What?” I say, stroking a finger along his jaw.

“What do you mean, what?” he asks, reaching across my body to caress my arm and pull me onto my side so we’re facing each other.

I tangle my legs with his and press a kiss to his lips, leaning back again with a smile. “The way you’re looking at me. You’re looking very pleased with yourself.”

“That’s because I made you come twice. You’re all flushed and satisfied, and I did that. Your husband.”

“You sure are full of yourself.” I roll further over so I’m lying on his chest, his arms wrapped around me. “Why did you move us to the bed?”

He rubs the bridge of his nose under his glasses. “I was worried we were going to put a hole in the wall. I didn’t want to have to pay to fix it.”

I drop my head onto his chest as my body shakes with laughter. His arms tighten around me as he joins me. It feels so light and easy with him, and so right.

“You want to go for a shower or something before we go to sleep?” he asks, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair that’s come loose from my braid.

I shake my head and kiss him again because I’m so full of hope and warm feelings and I think back on the contract negotiation. I’m not sure if this thing between us can last forever, but I’m excited to try.

Chapter 25

Tanner

WhenIwakeup,she’s still there, deeply asleep. She’s laying on her side, facing me, one hand tucked under her head, the other holding my hand under the covers.

We’d gotten cleaned up and laid down together, laughing and talking for a long time before Vic dozed off. I fell asleep after her, not quite allowing myself to believe that we got here again. I still don’t. But I’m going to go with it.

I carefully get out of bed, pull on some sweatpants, and grab my bag. Inside is my personal laptop and a folder with a few pieces of origami paper. I’d packed these items for two specific reasons. The paper because I know it’ll make Vic laugh that I’ve made her something else while we’re away from home. One of the easiest things I’ve learned to make is a crane, so I make that now, setting it on the edge of the table before putting away the paper and pens I’d taken out. Then I set up the laptop.

I’d brought this because I wake up before Vic and I wanted something I could do that would be quiet so she can sleep as long as she wants. Plus, it gives me the chance to move this special project forward. I lose track of time working, researching, noting questions I need to answer, until I’m brought back to the room when Vic says, “I would ask if you’re working on your day off, but that’s not your Sterling computer.”

I close the laptop much quicker than I mean to. She arches a brow and I know she’s noticed. She’s still lying in bed, but she’s turned to her other side so she can look at me from her cozy spot.

“You startled me,” I explain.

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