Page 43 of Final Chance At Love (Chance At Love Duet 2)

He was going to destroy me. Why couldn’t I resist him? I was never a forgive and forget type but with him, I behaved like an addict that just wanted another shot.

One more time.I promised myself.I’ll have him one more time before I end this and seal my heart!

His fingers finally touched my clit, and I shuddered, opening my legs wider to allow him better access.

“Kristoff… please.”

He stood up, towering over me, his fingers still rubbing my clit. His gaze was bearing into me. “Tell me you are mine,” he growled against my lips.

My voice trembled with the need to feel him inside me. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation while his fingers were inside my panties, and my hands were grabbing his hair.

His finger slid inside of me, I was slick and wet for him. “Yes,” I moaned although I wasn’t sure if I agreed to his possesion or relishing his finger inside of me, fucking me.

“Tell me,” he commanded, pushing his hard cock against my belly.

“Yes… I’m yours.” My voice came out a breathless whisper. “Please, Kristoff. I need you inside me.”

All Kristoff’s hard control unleashed. Our ghosts and problems were still in the room, but we chased them all away with our desire.

His lips took mine, while his hands swiftly unbuttoned my blouse, my hands fumbling with his shirt, and then unbuckling his pants. I ran my hands over his body, enjoying the feel of his skin under my fingers, his rock hard abs. In seconds, I was naked in front of him, his fingers tracing down my body. His kiss was deep and passionate, I could feel his cock pressing against my body and I ached for him to be inside me. My hand wrapped around his cock, and he thrust into it. I moaned into his mouth and it seemed to break the last thread of his self-control. He took my hand off his cock and pushed hard inside me in one thrust. Pleasure swept over me. I wrapped my legs around him, and my hands around his neck while I held on.

He thrust hard, his cock filling me fully. I whimpered against his mouth, he pinched my nipple, and I gasped. “More.”

I let myself go, as he kept thrusting harder and harder, faster and faster inside me, his hips pushing back and forth, my hands holding on to him. I clung to him as he fucked me harder, his flesh against mine. His cock pumped in and out of me, and I could feel I was so close. His hands moved down to my ass, groping my ass cheeks, pulling me closer to him to meet his every hard thrust.

“Oh, God… Kristoff,” I moaned, getting so close to the high. He held me hard against him, his control lost, pounding into me. My moans turned into screams of pleasure as I reached a shattering orgasm, my body quivering and my pussy clenching around his cock inside me. Kristoff followed me. I could feel his cock flex inside of me as we shuddered together from our release, his cum filled my pussy, dripping down my legs.

Shivers were still going through my body as I lay my head against his shoulder, shaken by the intensity of the act, thankful Kristoff was still holding me hard against himself. Our panting was the only thing echoing through his office.

Neither one of us spoke, relishing in silence. My head against his chest, I wanted to cry. Because I loved him, all of him, and I knew I was going to have to give him up.

He gently took my chin, lifting my eyes to his. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, not at all,” I sighed, trying to tamper my sadness.I’m going to fucking miss him!

“It was incredible. You were incredible,” I murmured, memorizing every line of his face.

I already craved more of him and I knew I’d never have him again.

This is going to hurt like hell!

Chapter Fourteen

Kristoff helped gather all my clothes and helped me put on my panties and bra he’d taken off. He always did that; it was almost like his signature move after sex. In the haze of putting on my undergarments, I thought about how I wasn’t going to be able to forget about him. He was going to be planted in my memories forever with this small gesture and much more. We both finished dressing in silence. I was aware of his occasional glances towards me but I purposely avoided his eyes.

I didn’t want him to bring up the contract again. I was scared that his touch would convince me to sign it and then I would resent myself forever. Or him!

We walked to Kristoff’s car in silence. Occasionally, I sneaked a glance at him but I had no idea what he was thinking. I had such a hard time reading this man. He opened the door for me, and I murmured my thanks as I sat in the passenger seat. Another wave of nausea hit me and I closed my eyes trying to breathe slowly in and out, keeping my senses at bay.

“Are you alright?” Kristoff's voice startled me as I opened my eyes. I didn’t even notice him get in the car. I swallowed hard, feeling another wave of nausea coming in.

“Can we open the windows?” I asked him in a shaky voice. I just had wild sex with the man without any hint of feeling ill and here it was back again. “I think I just need to breathe some fresh air.”

Kristoff nodded. He opened the windows to allow fresh air in. He got his car into gear and sped through the city. I closed my eyes, concentrating on keeping my breathing even.

“Should we take you to the doctor’s?” His voice sounded genuinely concerned.

I shook my head. “No, it is not necessary,” I answered while swallowing hard. “I’ll call my doctor tonight or first thing tomorrow morning.”

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