Page 35 of Where You Belong

He sends me reeling at the subtle brush of his fingers over my swollen clit before his fingers disappear once more. I want to beg him to stop torturing me when he grips my ass in his hands, spanking me again.

“My God,” he moans, running his tongue through my folds from behind. I’ve never had my pussy eaten from this position. I lift my ass in the air, desperately seeking more.

“Mmm,” he groans, pulling back before plunging back inside me in one swift move. His body folds over the top of me, pinning me against the bed. His hips swivel when he hits me deep.

Each time he pulls out, I rock my body back toward him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

I slip my fingers between my legs, brushing them over his dick before rubbing my clit.

“I’m close,” he mutters. “I can feel your pussy milking me.”

“Corbin,” I moan. “I’m almost…” I pause, unable to finish the sentence.

Our movements grow frantic and chaotic with need until we’re both sent crashing over the edge.

Corbin wraps his arm around me, pulling me with him as we collapse on the bed. I’ve never felt anything like this before and don’t know how to recover from it.

Corbin eventually slips out of bed, and I whisper he can use the bathroom off my room, pointing toward the door. He’s back at my side a moment later, urging me to roll over, helping to clean me up before dropping the towel into the laundry basket and climbing back in bed with me.

With his body molded against mine, our legs tangled together, and his arm wrapped around my waist, we fall asleep together.

Never, in all my life, have I felt as safe as I do in his arms.

Chapter Fourteen

Haelynn

When Monday rolls around, I’m still walking in a daze, feeling the effects of my night with Corbin. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since he snuck out before Huxton woke up.

I grip the door handle to the studio, pausing to let out a heavy breath, trying to shake myself from my thoughts before I head inside. If Madelyn picks up on something being amiss, she’ll ask questions I’m not sure I’m ready to answer just yet.

Music blares throughout the studio when I walk in. I can only guess she showed up here early this morning to get some editing done. She tends to crank her music up when she’s trying to focus. We’ve been busy recently with sessions, and she warned me she’d be pulling some crazy hours to get caught up.

“Haelynn? Is that you?” she shouts from the back before the music cuts off.

“Yeah, it’s me.”

I drop my purse on my desk, falling into the chair while I wait for my computer to boot up.

“Oh my God, I have something to tell you. I’ve been watching the clock waiting for you to get here.”

She comes racing out of the room, her heels clicking on the floor.

“What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“It’s more than okay. It’s amazing! I need to show you this.”

She looks at my computer screen, pausing when she sees it loading before reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone. Her fingers fly over the screen before she shoves it in my face, urging me to look.

“What am I looking at exactly?” My brows furrow, scrolling through a bunch of comments before my eyes land on photos of me with Corbin from our stranger shoot.

My mouth drops open. “Are these the photos?”

“Yes, scroll down. Look at all the comments and shares. You’re frickin’ viral, Haelynn! People all over the world are gushing over you and Corbin in these pictures. It’s up to almost a half a million likes and thousands of shares. Can you believe it?”

Am I surprised people are seeing the talent Madelyn has behind the lens? Not at all. Am I shocked by the response to the photos of me and Corbin? Abso-frickin-lutely.

I never thought of myself as photogenic, so I couldn’t believe it when she suggested doing the shoot with me, of all people.

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