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Her words spur me on, making the wait unbearable. Holding her weight with one hand, my other finds the way to her panties. A tearing sound fills the air when I rip them off her. She gasps and then moans, grinding her now bare pussy on me. I drop the ripped lace and slip my fingers into her. She’s hot, tight, and soaking wet, and I spread some of the wetness to her clit, rubbing it in small circles. Her moans get louder and I’m thanking the universe this place is abandoned tonight. Her eyes fall closed, her head falling to the car as she rushes for her release. And just as she gets close, I extract my fingers, slipping them into my mouth and licking her taste off them.
“Fuck,” I growl before she brings them to her mouth. Her tongue circles my fingers in a way that makes my dick envious.
“Tsss,” I wince, my cock growing painfully hard.
It’s time to stop fucking around. Using my freshly cleaned fingers, I unbutton my pants, glad to be commando tonight. My cock springs out as if he’s been waiting for his moment too long. And he was.
With her pussy dangerously close to me, I take a split second to line myself up and slip into her, inch by fucking excruciating inch. My cock twitches, her wet heat overwhelming as I start to drive in and out. My nose burrows itself into her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent as if it’s the air I need to live.
She whimpers and moans, clenching my cock with nothing less than perfection. I nip her collarbone with my teeth, soothing the bite with licks. I repeat the same process on her neck, forcing another loud moan out of her.
Sweat forms on my forehead, mostly from the effort I’m putting into keeping my orgasm at bay. I still need to make my point to her. “Look. At. Me,” I bite out and she opens her eyes.
“How could I ever get bored of this?” I continue. “How couldI ever get bored of being so close to you, of feeling you fall apart in my arms? This. Us. This is it. It’s what you write about, what musicians sing about, what starts wars and sends people to madness. But one thing it isn’t? Boring.”
Her pussy flutters around me and I grit my teeth to stop myself from coming. “So yeah, maybe we’ll fight. Maybe you’ll get annoyed with me, or maybe I’ll get annoyed with you. But one thing that won’t happen is you becoming invisible to me. You’re all I fucking see.”
She lets out a gasp, and I seal it with another searing kiss. Our tongues intertwine and there’s no more stopping this. The feeling starts deep in my spine, rattling my body like an earthquake before finding its way to my cock. I hold her close to me while she milks me dry, trembling. Her lashes flutter closed once again as sensations overwhelm her, and I swallow her moans, not to alert the entire neighborhood.
Slowly, she opens her eyes as the last waves of her release ebb. Mascara is smeared over her face, her hair is an absolute mess, and beads of sweat have formed on her neck. She’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.
Chapter Forty
SADIE
He doeshis best to straighten my hair and wipe my face clean before placing me in the car. There’s no way to stop his cum from dripping out of me, and I don’t think I’d want to. Grabbing my discarded underwear from the ground, he puts it in the pocket of his pants and starts the car.
My mind is still reeling while we’re riding a road that’s foreign to me.
He hit the nail on the head, calling me out on my double standards and pulling the thought right from my unstable mind. Love was why I divorced David, wasn’t it? How could I have no romantic love in my life and continue writing romance?
And would this be any different? What if I said no to love because I’m scared? What if I said no to my very own happily ever after?
The divorce would be futile. My hypocrisy would be alive and well, and my romance author credits should be taken away.
But it’s too late, isn’t it? It’s too late to think whether or not I should fall in love. It’s too late to be scared of falling. Not when I’m already there. Not when a single smirk from him makes my body light up like a Christmas tree. Not when my heart goes into overdrive as soon as it even expects to see him.
I’m not sure when it happened. Somewhere between the comfort we shared while he worked at the house, together but separate. Somewhere when my favorite part of the day became bringing him lunch just to have an excuse to talk to him. Somewhere where he showed my kids endless support, even when they were in the way of him doing his work. Where he gave Liv confidence to be exactly what she is, by accepting her.
“I know this is probably pointless,” he breaks the silence, “but don’t overthink it.”
I burst out laughing. “Great, thanks! I feel better already.”
He flashes me a blinding smile, and suddenly my sarcastic sentence becomes the truth. I feel better. I’m a person with a hundred scenarios inside of her head at any given moment. My overthinking is what made me the author I am, though it also makes my everyday life difficult. But simply by looking at him, my thoughts settle. The hormones overtake my brain to where there is no energy left to overthink. My mind feels quiet next to him.
He parks in front of an unfamiliar house and opens the door. My head is so quiet it takes me a second to realize it’s probably his. I get out of the car while he holds my door open, looking around with wide eyes.
“Wow. This is gorgeous.”
I’ve never imagined what his house would look like, but this is stunning. It’s not huge, yet it’s super modern with clean lines and a flat roof.
“No offense, but how do you afford this?” I ask, making him laugh.
“My business does ok.” He shrugs modestly.
I nod and let him lead me inside. It’s clean but lived in, and I love it. The design is minimalist, but he has little knick-knacks to show his personality.
There’s one bookshelf in the living room and it’s half-filled with my books. I stand in front of it, thrumming my fingers on the spines. I wasn’t questioning whether he actually read my books, but to see them is different than hearing it. To knowthat he bought all of those, and spent his limited free time reading them, so he could get to know me… Moisture forms in the corners of my eyes. He places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder, and I shiver under his touch.
