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I couldn’t imagine a time when we wouldn’t be joined like this. It was too good, and I wanted sex with him forever. I was trying not to lose my mind in the moment, trying to keep my thoughts clear of loving him, but I was failing—had been for a long while now.
“Naomi…”
“Christian…”
We moaned and fucked, harder and more rigorously, as our passion for each other strengthened. His mouth dropped to my chin, down my neck, to my nipples.
“Ooooooou…” The wet heat of his mouth deepened the tingles that ran rampant through me. My pussy throbbed, my heart slammed, my body surrendered to his masterful intimacy.
“Yes! Oh, this is so fuckin’ good. Christiaaaaaaan!”
His mouth moved to my other nipple, sucking it in, then going back and forth, sending me into overdrive.
“Shit! I’m gonna cum, oh my God!”
It started as short jerking shocks and went into a full vibration of tremors.
“Aaaah! Ooooh!”
My toes curled, and I came hard.
“Christian! Oh! Oh!”
“Fuck!” he shouted, pulling out of me and nutting across my pussy.
“Oooooou…” he lifted me higher, got on his knees, and sucked my palpitating clitoris, further driving me insane.
“Aaaaaaaaaah!” I grabbed his head and went mad, thrashing and slipping against the wall, but unmoved in his grip. Ringing in my ears blocked out all sounds of the water and my own shouts, but I was begging, that much I knew.
“Christian! Baby, please!”
He sucked off my pussy, leaving it swollen, protruding, and heavily stimulated. His tongue stretched across my ass, then he bit the inside of my left thigh, then the right.
When he was done, he released his hold on me bit by bit, and I slid down the wall, my ass crashing gently into the wet shower floor. Still kneeling but hovering over me now, I glanced up into his dark gaze. If the desire inside me was anything like what I saw mirrored in his gaze, I knew he felt the same way I did. Neither of us wanted to be with anyone else.
“For the record,” he said. “I’m not fuckin’ anyone else but you. But especially not Dahlia. She’s my employee. Nothing more, nothing less.”
He leaned down and kissed my forehead, the bridge of my nose, my lips, then… he stood to his feet and left the shower, leaving me balled up in a fetus position.
Chapter
Eighteen
NAOMI
The following Monday,the bell’s ring was loud enough to mask the echo of my Christian Louboutins as I strolled down the hallway of Washington Elementary.
Students spilled from the neighboring classrooms as I stopped at the entrance to Journey’s classroom door, waiting patiently for the last students to leave.
Behind them, Journey exited with her purse clutched under her arm. She turned and closed her door, locked it, then blinked over at me, finally noticing me standing there.
“Naomi!”
Her face lit up with surprise and delight. “What are you doing here?”
“I need to talk to you. Can we grab lunch?”
Journey’s expression shifted immediately to concern. She knew me well enough to recognize when I was fighting some internal battle.
