Page 25 of Before the Summer He Found Her

She steps closer to me, and I can’t peel my eyes away, enamored by the curves of her body. Her long curls cascade down her body, two golden strands in the middle of one of her breasts. Channah threads her arms through mine, and our chests press together. She plants another kiss, stealing the shudder from my lips. My dick tenses, pulsing, as she starts to grind her leg against me. Her movement is slow, sensual, and my mouth parts.

I move down to her neck, planting slow kisses around the base and up toward her jaw. She lets out soft pants, which only serve to make me harden further. Running my hands down her sides, I feel her soft, warm skin beneath my fingers. I’m taking her in one inch at a time, knowing full well this will be our only time. I will never touch her again. I will neverbewith her again. This is how it must be. And so, I plan on committing each moment to memory.

Leaning down, I place my lips in a row of feathered kisses directly above her breasts. She slips her hands up my back. Her head reaches up toward mine, and our lips meet again. Slowly, tenderly, our lips crush together. All my internal emotions rage to the surface. Passion, desire, want. Past Channah races through my mind, and I’m kissing Channah of my present harder, with more care, as if to ward away all the negative. Negative that doesn’t seem to be there anymore.

Still, I’m holding this woman in my arms, caressing her in a way to show her that someone is here for her. That she isn’t alone. That I’m here. Against all my best judgement, I’m here.

Another intuitive hit reaches my mind’s eyes. Past Channah reaching for my hand, me as her ghost friend, guiding me toward the bed. And even though it shouldn’t, the memory causes my dick to jump.

Channah jerks me away from the past with another strong kiss. The images fade away into the foreground.

Scooping her into my arms, I lift her up and guide her onto the mattress. She arches her back as I slip over top. Her hand drifts down and grabs hold of my shaft, and she’s guiding me inside of her. There’s a soft pop as I enter, each of us letting out a gentle pant. Leaning my forehead against hers, we start to move against the other, grinding in slow movements. Desire pulses through my body. I can feel her—feelher desire, as if it were my own. Feel her as if her body is a part of my own.

What is going on here…

It’s only as we continue moving in slow, sensual strokes that something dawns on me.

She’s making love to me.

I’mmaking love toher.

This woman. Who I’ve worked with for years yet hardly understand.

This woman.

Somehow, what we’re doing feels natural. As if our bodies are moving for us, telling us something we don’t yet know.

Or does she already know something I don’t…

I can’t bring myself to ask.

Instead, her hips gyrate against mine, and I’m losing myself in our touch, all thoughts out the window. Her soft breath lands against my face. I’m planting gentle kisses along her jawline, allowing the ecstasy of this moment to wash over my entire body, to fluidly carry me. It’s as if I’ve known Channah for my entire life and we’re making up for lost time.

Her arms remain around my back, fingers caressing the middle.

She’s squeezing me, and I’m gripping her. Together, we coast toward our climax, and I buck, overwhelmed by the rush of the pleasure. Our lips crush together as we each finish, our orgasms dragging out, prolonged. Every ounce of me rushes out and fills her. Her legs thread around mine. Her eyes are dewy; a soft expression crosses her features.

And as we come down together, the afterglow of what we’ve shared forms around us. I let out a deep breath I’ve been holding in, and our foreheads meet. I don’t slip out of her, and she doesn’t push me away.

We stay this way, holding on tightly, our breaths catching up with us.

She’s staring at me again, so many questions in those eyes. I don’t know what just happened between us, what is still happening. But I want to tell her the truth, the full truth.

I simply know I should not andcannot.

She wants to ask me what’s going on between us—I can feel it. But she won’t. I also sense that, too. Instead, the wonder in her expression fades and softens into acceptance. She plants another soft kiss against my lips. Despite the worry in my heart, that I’ve just ruined my career for good, I relax in bed. She shifts to her side, and I move onto my back. Placing her arms around me like it’s the most natural thing in the world, she nestles her head against my neck.

“I guess I’m spending the night,” I tease, unable to stop myself.

She reports to you, Ezra,a voice screams inside my head.Don’t you realize how wrong this all is?

And you also need to go back and help her without any convoluted emotions getting in the way.

“Good,” she says with a curled lip, “it’s about time you focused on something other than work.”

“Me?” I ask innocently.

“You’re as bad as me, Ezra.”

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