Page 108 of Out of the Shadow

“King.” I squeeze a cheek and she sucks in a breath. A smile creeps across her face. “Oh, all right. Why don’t we put in an offer on Cannon Street? It might be fun to redo it together.”

Placing my left hand on the outside of her ass-covered skirt, I pull her to me and kiss her lobe. Directly into her ear, I whisper, “Thank you. I’ll make it worth your while, promise.”

“You’d better,” she teases.

I lift my hands and run them over her shirt, taking it out of her skirt and pulling it over her head. Pausing to admire her purple bra, I push the cups down and latch onto one of her nipples. Tweaking the other with my fingers, I suckle and pinch. Her moans spur me to continue.

“I want you inside me.”

Well, don’t have to ask me twice. “How do you want me, baby?”

She looks out the French doors and onto the patio. I follow her gaze, my erection becoming downright lethal. Before I can take another breath, I strip her and me, giving her new purple thong extra-special attention before tossing it to the floor.

When we’re both naked, I lift her up, around the waist. “Wrap your legs around me.”

She does and I walk us both out the door and twist so that her back is against the glass. We’re protected from prying eyes by a couple of strategically placed potted trees. I push my hips into her. “Yes, King. Right there.”

I keep humping her against the glass door while raining kisses down her neck.

“Stop. I don’t want to come like this. Please.” She reaches down and wraps her hand around my hard cock.

Her touch makes me see stars. “Angie!” She pumps her hand up and down until all rational thought deserts me.

My right-hand snakes down between our bodies and I part her folds. “So wet for me, baby.”

“Only for you.”

With her legs still wrapped around me, I line us up and thrust into her body. We both moan at the intimate contact. I piston into her, never breaking my rhythm. Only speeding up.

Sweat rolls down my back, but I ignore it. Instead, I focus on making Angie come harder than she’s ever done before. Her inner muscles contract around my cock with such force that a tingling sensation immediately starts in my balls. Within seconds, I shoot into her, our mingled screams filling the night-time air.

Panting into her ear, I catch my breath. “God, baby, what you do to me.”

She rubs her hand over my stubble-covered cheek. “Right back at ‘ya.”

We remain locked together for a few moments before I step back and let her body slide down mine, her feet finding purchase on the patio floor. Her head remains down and her finger traces my ab muscles. When she traces my “V,” my stomach contracts and I grab her around her wrist.

“No more of that, unless you want another round of what we just did.”

Her eyes, filled with wicked intent, meet mine. She wraps her arms around my neck. “I wouldn’t mind.”

“Not out here. I don’t want to give the rest of the complex a show.”

She kisses my lips and I almost forget my last statement. At the last second, I grab her by the hand and lead her into the bedroom, where we make love all night long.

MY CELL PHONErings and Angie nudges my shoulder. “Wake up. That’s your phone.”

I open one eye and squint to see who’s calling at the ungodly hour of … eight. “It’s Dad.”

I sit up, and Angie rolls to her side, placing her head on her hand. Because of her, I’ve reestablished a relationship with my father. And I’ve even come to understand why he and Sara tick, unbound from the jealous lies Mom spun around them as I was growing up. They’re actually a great couple. Who knew?

Stealing a quick kiss from my fiancée, I answer the phone. “Hey, Dad.”

“Hi! I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”

I look at Angie, who’s rubbing circles on my arm. “No. We were sleeping in after a long night.”

He chuckles, obviously understanding what I meant. “I’m more of a night-owl myself. Although Sara has taught me the value of a good morning.”

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