Page 53 of All Mine

“Sorry,” she said, gasping.

“You don’t look sorry.” I moved to my knees again and had her pants off in a second. “Now, you must pay.” I pushed my shoulders between her legs and worked to make sure her second orgasm of the night was more memorable. She wiggled, gasped out, and gripped my hair until I was sure she’d pulled out a chunk. I didn’t stop when she bucked so hard that I had to hold her hips, and she cried out. Not until her entire body went slack.

I retrieved a condom from my suitcase and protected us both.

“Now, let’s see what else I can do,” I said.

“I can’t move,” she panted, curled on her side.

“Good thing I can.” I gently rolled her to her back, pulling her to the edge of the bed to meet me.

We both moaned as I rubbed myself through her wetness and buried deep inside her. I stilled, unable to move at not only the sensations rolling through my body but that I belonged here with this woman in this moment. Everything I’d been missing was right here. She writhed under me, moaning, her fingertips dragging down my chest and abdominals leaving fire in their wake. I’d finally met my match, my equal in every way. I’m home. Now, what the hell do I do with that?

The hairdryer in the bathroom shut off, and a bathrobe-clad Lauren entered the room. We’d showered together, and I’d dozed on and off, waiting for her to finish up.

“I can’t believe I have to be up in like four hours. I never stay up this late. Tomorrow’s gonna suck,” she said, dropping the bathrobe, and her nude form climbed into bed next to mine, fluffing the pillow.

“I can’t believe you wake up that early every day. You’re going to burn out.” I switched off the light on the bedside table, plunging the room into pitch black.

“There’s a lot for me to prove.”

“Still? I think it’s safe to say your bakery is a success.”

“And someone’s coming for it. Now is not the time to sit on my laurels.”

“No one’s coming for it, sweetheart.” I rolled toward her and wrapped an arm around her.

“It feels that way,” she muttered.

“No. It’ll be great. I promise.”

“He said it would never work.”

“Who?” I cuddled up behind Lauren, spooning her. Who had I become?

“My ex-husband,” she whispered. “He said it was a ridiculous idea and would never work.”

“Well, he’s a massive prick and obviously a dumbass. There’s a reason he’s an ex, so you shouldn’t place any stock in his opinions.”

“I know.”

Should I leave it alone and let her go to sleep, or do I ask the questions? The considerate thing would be to let her sleep. But I’m curious. Maybe a couple of questions.

“How long have you been divorced? I asked.

“Nineteen months. We were married almost five years before that.”

“And you opened the bakery, what, four years ago?”

“Yeah. He didn’t like all the hours it took. Thought it took too much time away from him and his political ambitions. He thought my name would help him out in the local political arena more than it did.”

“Quick divorce.”

“I gave him everything just to get rid of him. He would have haggled me forever in court, dragging everything out. He knows how to work the system, and it wasn’t worth it. I have my freedom.”

“Is he still in town?”

“No, he left. I don’t know where he is now and don’t care… He wasn’t a nice person.” The last words came out in barely a whisper. I had to strain to hear.

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