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My abs burn and my hips ache, the pain adding to my pleasure.
My spine tingles as my orgasm builds. I need to come, to release inside her.
Nails dig into the skin around my ribs.
“Leo!” It’s a cried plea.
“Give it to me. Come for me,” I demand, my panted words strained as I fight my own release.
Shelby shakes her head. “Condom.” Her left hand releases me to point at the bedside table closest to the window.
My movements slow down as I follow her finger. A stack of condoms.
I grunt. “No.”
Her nails pierce my skin.
Hooking my right arm below her bent knees, I lift them higher onto the bed, making room to perch my right knee.
With the added leverage, I fuck her even harder.
“I didn’t use a condom yesterday, and I won’t today.”
Shelby frowns below me. “You knew, at the appointments. You gave me a hard time about couples making this decision together.”
Leaning down, I kiss her flushed cheek. “And I’m making the decision for us now.”
Shoving off the mattress, I brace on my knee and other leg, one hand on her waist and the other gripping her thigh. Pulling her body toward me, I cry out at the added force as our hips meet.
“Come. Now, Shelby, come while I fill you.”
Two more times our hips connect before the ripples of her inner walls start to strangle my cock.
My orgasm rushes out of me, eager to fill her. Over and over, I pump Shelby full of my seed until it leaks out around my cock.
Her eyes squeeze shut, and she misses the way my body goes rigid, my muscles locking as I continue to come.
“I love you,” I breathe into the now still room.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Shelby
Wincing, I walk to the front door. The incessant knocking is pissing me off more and more the closer I get.
“What?” I snap, ripping the door open.
A startled Dr. Moore stands on the other side.
“Good morning?” He raises a brow.
“Is it?”
Peering around me, he spies Sam still asleep on the living room sofa.
“Girls’ night was a success, I see.” He chuckles, and for the first time in four years, I want to slap his perfect face.
Breathing in deep, I tried to rein myself in and tamper down my mood. After all, it’s not Leonard’s fault.
