Page 14 of Under His Skin

She can’t. Can she? “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“Complete honesty from here on out. No more secrets.” Then she ticks off her facts. “Donations to numerous charities.”

“So much for anonymity.”

“Men who have allegedly wronged you have disappeared…”

“Not helping your case.”

“That’s because you didn’t let me finish. Their loved ones have, too.”

“The warnings were effective then.”

“Yet untraceable, and sizeable, deposits were made to each family days prior.”

“Hush money.”

“Get a new life money,” she corrects me.

“You’ve done some digging.”

“I had to make sure you were the man I thought you were.”

“And am I?

“No. You’re so much more.” I attempt to protest, to remind Bristol that I don’t deserve her, but she presses her lips to mine and straddles my lap.

One hands grasps my beard, her fingers using her hold on me to move my mouth as she sees fit. I let her because her taking what she wants from me is sexy.

But I can only last for so long, my breaking point drawing ever closer. When she starts grinding her pussy on my hard cock, the material between us doing nothing to dampen the heat emanating from us, my control snaps. Snarling deep in my throat, I twist and put Bristol on her back. From my viewpoint above her, I see the pleasure flare in her eyes as she gasps from the impact, her legs wrapping around my waist and tightening with eagerness. I let her see the intensity, the almost feral need I have to make her mine.

“Bristol,” I groan.

“Simon,” she returns, at least I think she does. It’s hard to tell with my shirt around my ears, her haste to get it off me removing any hint of finesse. Good. We’re on equal footing then.

But as eager as I am to have her bare underneath me, I take my time undressing her, giving myself a show as each perfect inch of her is revealed. I know she’d disagree, try to list the flaws she sees, but that’s not what I see. Nothing that’s a part of her could be wrong.

“I want to savor you, worship your entire body.”

“That sounds good,” Bristol murmurs.

“But I don’t have the patience right now. I need you hard and fast.”

“I vote for option two.”

“You read my mind,” I inform her before putting my mouth to better use. “I was right,” I state as I switch breasts. “You are delicious.”

“You ain’t tasted nothing yet,” she teases, so I take the challenge and unashamedly accept defeat shortly after. Not that thrusting my tongue into her center and savoring her cream as it lands there could be considered losing.

“We should take this to my bed,” I urge, about ready to spill in my pants at the thought of having her there. Of being able to smell her, us, on my sheets. I may never change them again once she touches them. I could have them bronzed or something, ensuring they last forever.

Just as Bristol and I will.

“The next round can be there,” she whispers as her tongue swipes across my lips, momentarily distracting me from the fingers attempting to rid me of my belt and undo my zipper. “This is hard,” she frowns, and that’s when I realize her hands are shaking. To ease her nervousness – this is a huge step, I feel it, too. I’m about to make a joke, a teenage retort about ‘that’s what she said,’ which is stupid because she literally just did, but that’s the point. To soothe any anxiety she might be having. However, she conquers it herself and soon the cool skin of her palm is wrapping around me. “Hey there, big boy.”

I laugh my ass off, and it does nothing to dampen the fire threatening to consume me in its wake if I don’t have her soon. Instead, it sparks higher, the burn intensifying. If I had any doubt, even an inkling, regarding us, that would erase all of it.

As I hope my next words will for her. “I love you, Bristol.”

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