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I flip us around and then sit up against the headboard. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, pulling her flush against me. “I want you, baby, for a fucking lifetime.”
I don’t wait for her to respond, I just give her what she wants. My lips find hers, then I bring her hips down on my cock. She slides on like a damn glove, because Lucie Anderson was fucking made for me. I could tell from the moment I laid my eyes on her.
Whether it was fate, some higher power intervention, whatever. My fucking gut instinct knew that she was more.
Lucie’s hips slide back and forth as she works her clit against my pelvis while I fill her up. My mouth captures hers, kissing her like she asked. I understand why—kissingLucie is just as hot as anything else we do. I could get there from the taste of her mouth and feeling her pleasure around me alone.
Lucie’s moans and whimpers drown out in our kiss. Her hips move faster and her muscles tense around me.
“You want that orgasm, baby?” I whisper against her mouth.
“I want it.” Lucie lets out a long moan. She’s right there. I can feel it. She pulls back from our kiss slightly, but doesn’t stop her hips. “I want yours too.”
My hand wraps back around her throat, pulling her back in. “Take it.”
The moment my tongue tangles with hers again, her body sinks against mine as her climax takes over.
I slide down against the headboard, still holding her body tight against me, and thrust hard, quick strokes as her walls contract around me.
Lucie lets out a muffled scream of my name then a rush of her release soaks my cock. “That’s my good girl, squirting for me.”
My thrusts quicken, gliding even easier now. My hands tangle in her hair, pulling her lips back. She lets out another whimper as her walls squeeze me one more time, then I’m lost to her. Spilling into her with everything in me.
“Fuck yes, baby,” I mumble into her mouth, biting at her lip as I fill her with my cum.
Lucie’s body goes boneless against mine as our bodies slow. “That was—I’ve never?—”
Her breathing is heavy, but that pure fucking light is shining so bright. I tuck her hair behind her ears. “You will now.”
Chapter 41
Lucie
Dex slides away from me for only a moment to get a warm washcloth to clean us up, then climbs right back in next to me. I wrap myself back around him and trace the lines of his muscles with my fingers.
“I’m not sure Beck gave you his room key for this.” I laugh.
Dex places a kiss on the top of my head. “It’s Beck—I’m sure that’s exactly what he gave us his key for. I’ll call in room service before we leave, though.”
I prop my head up on his chest. “We should probably head back over, shouldn’t we?”
“Probably so. I can’t say how long Miles will sleep. He stopped taking naps nearly two years ago. He’ll be up till midnight as is. But before we go…” Dex flips us so he can hover over me and plants another kiss on my forehead. “I want you to be selfish more often for me, baby.”
I roll my eyes with a chuckle. “Dex.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I won’t complain if it’s more sex, but I meant in general, Luce. You deserve it.”
I trace a line with my finger between his biceps. “And what about you?”
“I’m plenty selfish.” Dex leans down to give me a slow kiss. “I fell for my son’s nanny.”Another kiss. “I didn’t even make it to you homeschooling Miles before I gave in.”This kiss a little deeper.“And now I want everything from you, Lucie. I’m so fucking selfish that I want you in my bed every night and to wake up next to you every morning. I want Miles to see you as the woman I love, not just someone who’s there to take care of him. I want your light, Lucie. I want all of it, and I don’t ever want to let it go.”
“I want all of that with you too, Dex,” I whisper. “I know I said at the beginning of this that I felt like I didn’t know who I was. A supporting character with no backstory, but being with you and Miles made me realize it doesn’t really matter. I probably didn’t need those guidelines, but they’re what brought me to you.” I place my hands lightly on his face. “Even if I’m technically the girlfriend now, can I still teach Miles?”
Dex’s laugh comes immediately. “Whatever you want. I’ll paint the classroom whatever color you say and you can move those damn turtles out of our living room.”
“Our living room,” I repeat with a crinkled smile. I love that—our.
Dex leans down again, his face just an inch away from mine. “Yes, Lucie, ours. Get ready to hear that for a very,verylong time. And ‘we’ as well. So many fuckingwe’s.”
