Page 49 of A Discovery: Love and Other Things

His woman?Was I really his?His meaning wasn’t clear enough for me. “James, what are we doing?” I panted.

His pounding slowed slightly. “I don’t know,” he admitted. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice, the same that clouded my head whenever I thought about us.

“Are you mine?” I asked as I rode him.

“Only if you want me.” His voice was gravelly and thick as he gave me his fat cock.

“I do.” My heart was bare to him, and even if it turned out to be a mistake, I had been honest.

“Kitten,” he groaned. “You’re turning my world upside down, and I haven’t a clue on how to navigate this.”

“Then let’s navigate it together.” I clenched my pussy as he filled me.

“Fuck,” he gritted out. “You’re perfect.”

I smiled to myself as I placed my hands on the table in front of me for support.

“What if we get caught?” My voice broke from the ecstasy that was building.

“I won’t let that happen,” he promised, his hold on my hips tightening. He was close, too.

“Angela knows,” I blurted out.

He froze, and I slid down his dick, sitting on him with his erection pulsing inside of me. He deserved to know because it affected not only my position on his team but his job, as well. We were violating the code of conduct, and he had a right to be warned.

I tried to placate him. “She won’t say anything.”

“Did you tell her?”

“No, she figured it out.” We hadn’t exactly been careful enough, so it had been bound to happen. I was just glad it was Angela who knew because I was sure she’d keep my secret, especially after our talk the other day.

His fingers slid up my shirt, sliding under the cups of my bra. Rough skin scraped my sensitive nipples in the most delicious way.

“What about your boyfriend?” he asked.

“Hmmm?” I moaned.

“Felipe.”

My eyes flew wide open.Not this again.“I already told you this. He’s not my boyfriend.”

“So, you told him you’re not interested?” His tone was dead serious, but the way he pinched my hard nipples made it difficult to focus.

“Not exactly,” I professed.

“Why not?” he snapped, squeezing my tits hard like they were water balloons.

“Ouch!” I yelped. His hands stopped moving. “He’s a nice guy. I just feel bad breaking it to him.”

“Do it,” he warned, resuming the kind of attention my nipples desired. “Are you jealous?” I was glad I wasn’t facing him, because I couldn’t hide the smirk on my lips.

“Of a boy?” He moved his hands back down to my hips and lifted me quickly, then slammed me back down onto his cock, making me cry out. “No, but I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

I bit back my satisfied grin and let him fuck the hell out of what was his.

Chapter 21

It was funny how even when it was million degrees outside, Egyptians still drank hot tea like it was iced water. That gene must have skipped me because all I could think about drinking was a cold-ass fountain Coke from a drive-thru.

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