Page 45 of Temptress

But that didn’t mean the secrets weren’t killing me. I wanted to go to sleep at night with Sloane’s lush, curvy body wrapped around me and wake up with her in my arms. I wanted to see her in my house when I walked through the door. Because we were keeping our relationship from Darcy, we had to steal quiet moments to be together, and it was starting to weigh on me.

I managed to shake myself out of the melancholy threatening to pull me under and enjoy the rest of the time Marco was there, but all the while, Sloane remained in the back of my mind, and I was starting to think it would always be like that.

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Sloane

I gripped the rungs of my headboard in a white-knuckle grip as I turned back to look at Silas over my shoulder. My lids were at half-mast, my bottom lip clamped between my teeth so hard I could taste blood, but I didn’t care.

I was teetering on the precipice of the most earth-shattering climax of my entire life. That was all I could focus on. The man on his knees behind me looked like a Greek god, every muscle in his body flexing and straining as he drove into me so hard the bed frame rattled.

“Fuck, baby. When you look at me like that I lose all control.”

My lips parted on a moan as my pussy squeezed Silas’s cock as it powered in and out of me. “I’m close, Si.”

“I know. I can feel you squeezing the shit out of me. Hold off, Sassy. I want you to come when I do.”

I’d barely gotten home from rehearsal when he started pounding on my back door so hard I was afraid he’d break the glass. I’d pulled it open, poised to ask him what was wrong, only for him to cut me off with a brutal kiss. From there, everything happened like it usually did between us: wild and crazy and full steam ahead. I’d dropped down to my knees right there in the kitchen, desperate to taste his cock. He’d fucked my mouth like he'd promised, and I loved every rough, frantic second of it. But before I had a chance to drive him to the point of insanity, he pulled himself from my mouth, tossed me over his shoulder, and carried up the stairs. That was how I’d ended up on all fours in the middle of my bed with his cock filling every inch of me.

“Hurry,” I pleaded, struggling to keep from exploding. “I can’t last much—”

He

Silas slammed home and pinched my clit between his fingers, gritting out, “Now, baby,” and I went off like a rocket, coming so hard I saw stars.

He wrapped his arms around me and guided me down onto the bed, keeping us connected as he shifted me like I weighed nothing so my back was pressed to his chest, his legs cradled in mine. His big spoon to my little one.

I’d come to expect this kind of tenderness as soon as we finished having sex. He did it every single time. He’d fuck me the roughest I’d ever had it, but the moment it was done, he was gentle and soft, and I was starting to adore both sides of him. There was something about being used only to be cherished by the same man minutes later that drove me wild.

I snuggled back into him, relishing in the feel of his arms wrapped around me because I knew it would come to an end soon enough. I gave myself one more minute before I tried to scoot off the bed so I could clean up, but I barely got an inch between us when he yanked me back into him and tightened his hold around me.

I let out a giggle. “Baby, I need to clean up.”

He made a sound of displeasure deep in his throat. “Give me a few more minutes of you in my arms, Sassy. That’s all I’m asking for.”

That request made my belly flip and my heart skip a couple beats. Silas and I had only been seeing each other for a little over a month and a half, but I was falling for him more and more every single day. I worried that it was too fast, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. He made me feel alive. He made me feel special. When he looked at me, when he touched me, I felt seen in a way no other man had ever made me feel.

How was a woman supposed to keep from falling in love with a man who treated her like that?

“But, honey, you need to go soon. Won’t Darcy be home any minute? She’ll ask questions if she sees you walking out of here.” The thought of him leaving never failed to twist my stomach into knots, and it was getting harder to keep the sadness at bay every time I watched him leave, but I understood his need to protect his daughter. I hoped we were finally reaching a point where he could trust in me, in us, enough to finally tell her so I could have a little more than a handful of minutes at a time.

“She’s staying late for math tutoring. She’s going to call when she needs me to pick her up, which means for the first fucking time since we started this, I finally get to hold you after I fuck you instead of one of us having to run out.”

It eased my heart to know he felt the same way I did about our time together, and I let out a sigh as I nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“Well who am I to argue with that,” I said into the quiet room, a smile stretching across my face as he held me close and brushed lazy kisses against my shoulder. “You know, a girl could really get used to this.”

He chuckled, making me shiver when he scraped the edges of his teeth against my skin. “What? Being fucked dirty, then being cherished?”

I hummed happily, my eyes falling closed. “Exactly. Who knew grumpy Silas Bridger was a cuddler? It’s a pleasant surprise. Then again, I’m discovering that’s the case with most things I learn about you.”

“Don’t tell anybody,” he whispered into my ear. “Can’t have it getting out that I’m not actually a world-class asshole.”

I let out a laugh. “Whoa, handsome. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I didn’t say you weren’t an asshole. Only that there are a lot of other parts of you that balance that out.”

My words morphed into a shrill yelp when he dug his fingers into my ribs and began to tickle me. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” I yelled, laughing hysterically as I squirmed to get away from him. “I didn’t mean it! I take it back,” I wheezed out.

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” He hovered over me, smiling down at me in a way that stole my breath. His fingers drifted across my forehead before tucking my hair behind my ear. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

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