Page 97 of Over the Moon

I nodded, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

This relationship was undefined.

There was a looming expiration date.

Yet this was the man I was willing to go all in on.

It felt right. He felt right.

Maybe it was infatuation or lust, but I wanted this.

I wanted him.

“Hold on to my shoulders,” he said before his hands left my hips. He must have pushed his swim trunks down because I felt his skin against mine. He untied the two bows on each side of my hips and pulled off my bottoms, tossing them onto the dock. He walked forward, turning so his back pressed against the wood, and then he lifted me just enough to settle me above the tip of his dick, his hands back on each side of my hips.

“Take your top off,” he commanded, and it was sexy as hell. “I want to see your tits bouncing when I fuck you bare.”

I untied my top and tossed it onto the dock beside my bottoms. His lips came down over each of my nipples, and I gasped at the feel of his mouth there.

I slid down, slowly at first.

Taking him in and loving the way he felt.

The water, the sunlight, his mouth on me, while he filled me inch by glorious inch.

My head fell back on a gasp once he was all the way in, as it always took a few seconds to adjust to his size.

He shifted me so I moved up and down his shaft, and his head tipped back to look at me.

My fingernails dug into his shoulders as my gaze locked with his.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. So fucking good.” His voice was gruff. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”

My breaths were coming hard and fast, and my body trembled as he pumped into me over and over.

Every inch of my body tingled in a way I’d never experienced.

I gasped as the most powerful orgasm ripped through me, just as Clark groaned in pleasure, and we tumbled into oblivion together.

And I wished like hell that we could stay right here in this moment forever.

“Guess who made theTaylor Teatoday?” Lulu said, as we sat at the Honey Biscuit Café sipping mimosas as she leaned in and whispered. “At least it’s safe to say that no one suspects anything about you and Clark.”

“What?I’min theTaylor Tea? For what?”

“Ugh,” Emilia groaned. “I’m sure Bridger will blame me for writing this one, too.”

“Read it to us. I haven’t seen it yet,” Henley said, glancing over her shoulder at the paper in Lulu’s hands.

“My pleasure. I live for this small-town pick-me-up.” Lulu cleared her throat. “Hey there, Roses. It’s been a busy week in Rosewood River. On top of our favorite silver fox knocking up his much younger lady friend and the two of them going public with their relationship, Booze and Brews had a sold-out line dancing night this week, and the Honey Biscuit Café had an hour-long wait just to get a seat despite the fact that they still haven’t updated their menu, per many requests.” Lulu’s head fell back on a chuckle. “Shots fired.”

“This is so good. Continue,” I said.

She cleared her throat and waggled her brows before looking back down. “I digress.We had some out-of-towners here to see Rosewood River’s favorite hockey star this past weekend. Were they here to see if he is really healing as well as he claims he is? Or is there more to the story? What some observed was one particular man who seemed awfully interested in our newbie visitor, who’s just here to train our superstar for a few months. But she showed him around town, and the good-looking billionaire looked as smitten as a kitten.” Lulu paused and raised a brow. “It’s not Clark they’re referring to.”

“Don’t leave us hanging, go on,” Henley said, her eyes wide with curiosity.

“Maybe the sports healer will get tired of running alongside her sweaty athletes, and she’ll run off with the wealthy prince and live happily ever after,” Lulu said dramatically.

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