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By the time I manage to tear my lips away from AJ’s, Dylan’s gone. I wrap my legs around AJ’s hips and study his face closely. “Is everything okay?”

Creases form between his brows and his hold on me tightens. “Yeah, why?”

“I heard you on the phone. You sounded pissed.” His body tenses. “I’m just checking on you. That’s what girlfriends do, you know.” A smile tilts up the corners of his mouth.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just some family stuff I should have taken care of ages ago.”

“If you need to talk about it, I’m here.”

He kisses the tip of my nose. “I know, but I promise, it’s nothing. It’ll be sorted out in the next few weeks.”

His grip drops to my ass and he grabs a cheek in each hand, squeezing. I grind against him, feeling him harden against me. “You want my dick?”

“Yeah,” I respond breathily.Is that even my voice?

His lips crash onto mine and I kiss him back hungrily, and I realize I never seem to get enough of this man. I’m turned on as soon as I’m in his vicinity. He doesn’t even need to do anything and when I stop to think about why that could be, I come back to the fact that apart from being utterly sexy, he steadies me. He gives me a safe place where I don’t need to think of every single scenario because I know he’s got me. That we’ll figure out whatever it is,together. I deepen our kiss, grinding down on his cock. I feel us moving, and then my butt lands on the cold surface of the kitchen counter. I immediately drop my hands to his belt and drag the leather through the metal buckle, then release his button and zipper.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into my ear, his hot breath skating down my neck adding to my arousal. “I bet you’re already soaking for me.”

Moaning at his words, I push down his pants and boxer briefs and wrap my hand around his engorged length. Hot and silky to the touch, it’s heavy in my hand as I stroke it, then I swipe my thumb across the top, collecting his precum which I lick from my thumb with a moan. At the same time, AJ pushes up my skirt and slides my panties to the side, stroking his fingers through my pussy. “You’re so fucking ready for me and I haven’t done anything.”

“I’m always ready when you’re in the room. I can’t help it,” I murmur.

He groans, dropping his head back, before returning his heated gaze to me. His dark eyes are intense as they skate around my face. I line up his cock with my opening, and he thrusts inside without preamble making us both groan. I’m worried I’m turning into an addict for his cock. The more he’s inside me, the more I want him inside me. I can’t get enough and AJ’s the same.

All of my focus narrows to where we’re intimately joined and it’s no longer just about making a baby, it’s also about connecting with a man who’s grown to mean everything to me. The sex is incredible, but it feels more like making love and building our connection the more we come together. He sets my body and my soul ablaze with every thrust of his hips and swipe of his tongue.

The erotic sounds of our coupling fill the space, echoing through the large, open room as our heavy breaths mingle with grunts and moans. I use my hold around his neck to pull him tighter to me and he picks up speed, his panting breaths blowing across my sweaty cheek. “Harder,” I cry out between thrusts. “Please, AJ.”

“I’ll get you there, Cupcake,” he breathes harshly. His hands tighten on my hips and I know I’ll have his marks there. I love seeing the evidence of our joining in the various shades of bruises that seem to be constantly on my hips. His movements become harder, deeper, reaching that special place inside of me.

AJ slides his hand around the front of my body, and his thumb circles my needy clit, setting off an explosion of light behind my eyes while tremors wrack my body from the tips of my fingers to my core and everywhere in between. My grip on him tightens as I break apart, shattering into a million pieces.

“Aaaah,” I cry out, dropping my head onto AJ’s shoulder as he buries himself deep inside me, his cock growing and pulsing with his release.

“Fuuuck!” He shouts as his body locks tight. The room is suddenly quiet as we both fight to catch our breath.

My lips widen against his hammering pulse point and I nip it lightly, then lick the saltiness of AJ’s exertion. “I’ve turned into a limp noodle.” I slide my fingers through the short, sweat-slicked strands of dark hair resting at his nape.

AJ chuckles. “That means I did my job.” He strokes his hand lovingly along my thighs to my hips, which he rubs soothingly. Using his fingers, he grips my chin tenderly and raises my face to his. Gently, reverently, he takes my lips in a slow, lazy kiss. It’s deep and soul-stealing and it’s everything. He strokes my tongue with his in such a way that tells me he feels the same for me as I do for him. His hips begin to mimic the action of his tongue and with leisurely movements, he slowly builds the inferno once again, taking us both to completion.

CHAPTER35

–aj–

I’ve been floatingon a high all week, and it’s not just because of all the sex I’m having, though I’m sure it’s a contributing factor. Dinner atCristo’swith Sarah’s family on Monday night was incredible. It was the second time Sarah and I have spent time with them since we decided to build a relationship, and her family is genuinely happy for us. Apart from Theo and Max laying down the law, which I totally understood, the Stanfields have made me feel welcome from the beginning, but on Monday there was a deeper level of acceptance I’m certain I wasn’t imagining. I really felt as though I belonged.

Heading upstairs, I go in search of Sarah. I noticed her car in the garage, but she never came to say hello, which is something she always does. “Sarah,” I call out as I enter our bedroom. Checking the walk-in closet, I find the space empty. She wasn’t downstairs and I’m puzzled as to where she could be. Maybe she’s on the deck. As I step around the bed on my way out to check, a sob catches my attention, and I backtrack to the ensuite. Another sob sounds.

My heart sinks. Breaking and bleeding.

I drop my forehead to the wooden door, closing my eyes as my heart drops to my toes, leaving a bloody mess. I listen to her sobs through the door, feeling my heart crack for her, for both of us. Because even though this started out as her dream, it quickly became mine as well. Placing my open palm to the surface, I whisper, “Sarah? Cupcake?” The sobs stop but she doesn’t answer me. “Can I come in?” Still no answer, so I try the door but it’s locked. “C’mon, Cupcake. Let me in. You don’t have to deal with this alone. Let me hold you.”

Silence fills the room for long moments before I hear shuffling from the other side of the door and the lock disengage. The second the door opens, I step inside and gather my girl in my arms. No words are spoken; none are needed. I know she’s devastated as am I. My cupcake buries her head in my chest, her hands gripping the side of my shirt, and she lets go, releasing her pain and disappointment. Her body shakes and I tighten my hold on her, laying kisses on the top of her head and stroking her silky locks in long, soothing strokes.

I feel so fucking helpless.

I desperately want to give her what she wants and for the number of times I’ve been inside her, I was sure we’d made a baby this month. Her hands slide around to my back and she presses tighter against me as her sobs slow. “I’m so sorry, Sarah.”

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