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ouldn’t fall over the edge again—not without something more.

“I need you inside me.” She had no idea how she got the words out; her breathing was too harsh and her heart was hammering so loud, she was sure he could hear it.

“Are you on the pill?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

“Good.”

Without warning, he pulled his fingers out of her body and helped her sit up. She gasped as he lifted her up, hovering her over his lap until she straddled him.

He lifted her shirt up and completely over her head. She had gone into the laundry room to get her bra and panties, which she had thrown into the dryer the night before, but now it was nothing but a nuisance. Reaching behind her, she deftly unhooked her bra and slipped it down her arms until her breasts sprang free. Her nipples were already hard with arousal, so when Mike rubbed his rough cheeks and chin against the hard peaks, she cried out with pleasure-pain.

Mike soothed her with his tongue as he opened his mouth and took her into his mouth, shocks and tingles shocking every nerve in her body and traveling down. She could feel the front of his boxers getting wet with every jerk of her hips against his hard length, pressing against the cotton fabric and teasing her flesh until she just had to slide her hand down over his hard stomach, slipping under the waistband of his boxers and wrapping her hand around his thick cock.

Ellie lifted up, and pulled at the waistband of his boxers, sighing as he came out hard and ready.

“Oh, God, don’t make that sound,” he said hoarsely as he tangled his hands in her hair.

She adjusted her hips so the head of him pressed into her wet core, and whispered against his lips, “What sound?”

Mike thrust his hips up and his cock slid up into her, stretching her walls around him and she breathed out against his lips again.

“That one.” He trailed his hands down her back to cup her hips, pressing her down until she took all of him inside. Every last inch. Biting her lip as she whimpered and moaned, she rotated her hips as Mike lifted her and brought her back down. She let him set the pace and before long, their motions were hard, jerky, passionate and Ellie went wild, slanting her mouth over Mike’s and sinking her teeth into his lower lip softly. He retaliated with a light slap on her ass and before long, she wasn’t thinking of anything except the flex of his cock and floating euphoria that settled over her as she orgasmed again.

Mike yelled as he jerked and stilled, gripping her against him and she kissed his chin, cheek, and finally, his mouth as he leaned back against the couch, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Fuck, that was better than I thought it would be,” he said.

Laughing, she climbed off him and laid back on the couch with her feet in his lap. “You mean you’ve fantasized about this?”

“Of course,” he said, turning his head to look at her. “You’ve never thought of it before?”

“I don’t remember,” she lied.

He pinched her calf. “You are full of shit.”

“Mmm,” she said.

“I should probably get up and get home. I’m having brunch with my dad, and it’s already late.”

But before she could get to her feet, he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her against him. “Just to be clear, this was not a mistake.”

Ellie relaxed into him, and didn’t even try to argue. “No, it wasn’t a mistake.”

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” Mike said.

“Why is that?”

“I was afraid I was going to have to spank you again.”

Ellie slipped her arms around his shoulders and teased the corner of his mouth with her tongue. “For the record, I still owe you for that…and payback is a bitch.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Ellie walked up the steps to the house she’d grown up in, and pushed open the door without knocking. She could see her father already seated at the head of the table, his silver hair twinkling like tinsel in the light.

“Eleanor, I’m glad you could make it.”

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