Page 43 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

Her cheeks are as red as cherry tomatoes, and she pulls her eyes away, staring idly at the tour posters on my wall.

“You like music,” she comments, ambling toward one of the bands.

I dig a fresh t-shirt out of my messy dresser drawer and throw it over my head before joining her side. “I saw these guys live four times,” I say, pointing at the poster. “Best band ever.”

My eyebrows knit into a vee as a memory overtakes me with a scent.

She looks at me curiously. “What?”

“I know your perfume,” I mumble, more to myself. “Someone I know wears this?—”

Suddenly, her lips crush on mine, and I fall back, caught off guard, and my back lands against the wall. The unexpected kiss takes me aback, but I don’t spend long dwelling on the shock. My hands snake around her, and I cup her perfectly sculpted ass along the curve of her skirt.

A soft gasp spills off Emerson’s lips and into my mouth.

Pulling back slightly, I peer down at her. “Well, that was unexpected.”

“Unwelcome or unexpected,” she breathes.

My hands work along the volume of her sweet ass cheeks, and I massage deeper, pulling the material of her skirt higher to expose her to my fingers.

“Unexpected, but very welcome,” I growl.

“Well, you brought me into your room and started getting undressed. Maybe this was part of your plan?” she teases, cocking her head.

“I can stop any time,” I tell her. “But you’re the one who attacked me, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Oh! Attacked!” Her hands curl around the collar of my shirt, and she spins me around to dance me back, tossing me down against the bed. “I’ll show you attacked,” she vows.

I laugh. “Promises, promises.”

Her lips meet mine again as we strip off our clothes, heat rising between us to compensate for our nakedness. In less than a minute, we’re skin-to-skin, her full, luscious breasts in my face as she straddles me. I cup her firmly but gently, guiding a swollen nipple into my mouth as she glides her throbbing center over the pulsing ridges of my shaft. I groan loudly and buck upward as she teases me with her wetness.

“Come on, darlin’,” I beg her, my eyes boring into her. “Don’t you want it? I want to know how you feel.”

She locks eyes with me and smirks. “You do? How do you think I feel?” She glides herself along my cock, and fuck, this is too much.

I suppress a moan. “Wet, tight, and?—”

I’m done with playing and thrust myself inside her without warning, relishing the expression of shock on her face as I fill her.

“Delicious,” I conclude. “Oh, I was right.”

My hands tighten around her waist, and I drive her down, arching myself upward. I want to drill into her hard and fast, but I don’t. I need to pace myself with her. She needs to be handled with care.

As if she’s reading my mind, she falls forward and growls, “Fuck me, Toby. Hard.”

I groan, my cock growing harder under her request, and I pound into her as she grinds against me. My eyes close, and she kisses me again.

“I’m gonna come,” she pants.

“Good girl,” I moan. “Me too.”

We fall into a perfect rhythm as she squeezes herself around me. Her thighs tense on either side of my hips, powerful and graceful as she moves above me. The silken heat of her pussy envelops me completely. I grip her waist, and I can’t take much more. She pulses around me, crying out as she comes, her release triggering my own. Her gasps of pleasure catch in her throat—familiar sounds that echo in my memory as I’m transported into that surreal, dreamlike place like I’ve been here before.

Emerson slides off me and falls onto the bed, breathing heavily as we struggle to catch our breath. Down the hall, the front door opens and closes, and I immediately sit up, knowing Brock is going to have my ass on a platter if he catches us.

“Uh-oh.” I reach for my pants.

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