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“Oh is that what you call it.” Her smile is making it hard to keep my thoughts clear. She starts walking toward me, toying with the belt around her waist that’s holding her robe together. “You really don’t like not having complete control do you?”

“That’s an interesting question coming from you.” My attention shifts as she continues to play with the front of her robe. The dip in the center parts a little more, giving me a peek of her chest, and instantly I remember kissing that exact spot, before going lower.

“This could get very messy, you know that right?”

“I’m okay with a little chaos,” I assure her and the smile tugs at the corner of her mouth a little more. “It doesn’t have to be messy though.” I shrug. “We don’t have to fight it, my opinion is that we stop worrying so much and just live it.”

“You make everything sound so easy.”

“It is.” I push off the counter and cover her hands at her waist with my own. Tugging on the tie, her robe loosens and her body is now on full display. Her nipples harden, and a shiver courses through her body as her breaths quicken. “You just have to give in to what you feel and stop waiting for the floor to fall out beneath you. I won’t let you fall, I promise.”

Cupping her face, I kiss her. I have several inches on her and to keep from slouching I grab her waist and lift her, placing her on the countertop.

“I want to believe you,” she tells me. “I want to trust you.”

“Then do it, please.” Gliding my hands up her thighs, she parts her legs and I step in closer. Presley’s eyes flutter shut, her lips part as my thumb skims over her clit. “Trust me to take care of you.”

“I don’t need someone to take care of me.” Her words are nothing more than a breathy whisper.

“So you don’t need me to fix this for you?” I ask as I push a finger inside of her and she shifts her hips forward. “Because your body is screaming something else.”

“I don’t need a white knight, Zac,” she whispers. “But you are pretty good at this part.” I chuckle.

“Here or the bedroom?” I never thought I’d be the guy that would give a girl anything she fucking asked and toss my own wants aside. I am not selfish, that’s not what I’m saying, but it’s never been more than a quick fix. Yet here I am ready to give up anything just for the chance to prove to Presley I’m in her corner.

She doesn’t answer, just shifts herself forward riding my finger.

“Presley.” I add another finger and she gasps. “Tell me what you want.”

Still no answer.

“Fuck it.” I drop to my knees, grip her waist pulling her forward and bury my face between her legs. She fists my hair, the pain driving me forward.

“Yes.” She shifts, riding my face and I hold her to me, taking everything she is giving me and taking more.

Standing I quickly unbutton my jeans. Pushing them down I grab her and lift her, pushing inside of her. She gasps, arching her back and thrusting her tits in my face. So hot and tight, she bounces, as I slide in and out of her with ease.

My legs tremble, and I know I need to sit down. Walking across the space, I sit on the couch, her now straddling my lap. I reach up, pull her face closer and kiss her and she begins to move her hips, taking me in deep.

“You feel so good.” Presley’s hot whisper fans over my cheek. “Always so damn good.”

Shifting up, I push in a little deeper and she moans, my own head spinning with pleasure.

“Use me,” I tell her, as I lean back so I can get a better view. I watch her ride me, taking me inside her perfect body over and over. “Fuck,” I growl, holding her hips. She is close, I can feel her getting tighter, the way she is grinding herself against me with each thrust. “You are perfect.” And I wasn’t just saying that. From the very first time everything just felt different with Presley. “Don’t stop,” I tell her, feeling myself build.

She throws her head back, her hips shifting, grinding and chasing her release. Her warmth tightens around me and I can’t hold back. She falls over the edge, screaming out as I too, lose control.

And right then, in that very moment I know without a doubt that Presley isn’t just the girl I knocked up after a one-night stand. She is so much more, and I was more than ready to make this work.

ChapterTwenty-Two

Presley

I don’t know why I put so much effort into my outfit. Not just that, my makeup, my hair, and even my choice of panties and bra. I shouldn’t be letting myself get into this state of mind. The place where I actually think Zac and I will be anything more than two people raising a baby together.

We aren’t meant to be some amazing couple that falls deep in love and lives happily ever after. Happy ever afters don’t exist; there is always something that makes it come to an end.

Yet here I am, wearing my best pair of jeans, my favorite low-cut boots, and a sweater that hugs me perfectly in all the right places. My hair is curled, long waves hanging down my back and my makeup couldn’t be more spot on.

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