Page 75 of Brick's Retribution

"I almost lost you," she whispers against my skin.

"I'm here," I reply, gathering her closer. "I'm not going anywhere."

She straddles my lap, careful to keep her weight off my ribs.

The position puts her perfect breasts right at eye level, and I take full advantage, lavishing attention on each nipple until she's squirming against me.

"Brick," she breathes, grinding down against my cock.

The friction is maddening, especially when I can feel how wet she already is.

I slide one hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb while two fingers slip inside her.

She's so fucking tight, so hot, that I groan against her breast.

"That's it, baby," I murmur as she rides my hand, her movements becoming more desperate. "Take what you need."

She comes apart beautifully, her head thrown back, my name on her lips like a prayer.

Before she's even finished shuddering, she's reaching between us to wrap her hand around my cock.

"I need you inside me," she says, lifting up on her knees.

"Then take what you want."

We both groan as she sinks down, taking me inch by inch until I'm buried to the hilt.

The angle is perfect, letting her control the pace while keeping pressure off my injuries.

"Fuck, Imani," I grit out, my hands gripping her hips. "You feel incredible."

She starts to move, slow at first, then faster as we find our rhythm.

I watch her ride me, mesmerized by the way her breasts bounce, the flush spreading across her chest, the look of pure pleasure on her face.

When I feel her starting to tighten around me again, I slide my hand between us to circle her clit.

When we come together, it's different from that first time in the tunnel.

This is slower, more deliberate, two people who know they have time to savor each moment.

I move carefully, mindful of my injuries, but also wanting to worship every inch of her body.

She's responsive and giving, meeting every touch with one of her own, every kiss just as need-filled.

"I think I’m falling in love with you," I say without thinking, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me.

Her eyes widen, then fill with tears. "I feel the same way, Brick." she whispers back.

We fall onto the bed and lie tangled together, her head on my chest, my arms wrapped around her like I can keep the world at bay through sheer will.

The music from the party below has shifted to something quieter, more mellow.

"What happens now?" she asks, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest.

"Now we figure out how to make this work," I reply. "All of it. Finding Lashes, stopping the trafficking ring, our relationship, if that’s what you want…"

Imani is playful as all hell. "Wait a second, are you asking to be my boyfriend?"

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