Page 51 of His Long-Lost Baby

“You feel so good,” James whispers, his voice hoarse. “So fucking good.”

I bite my lip, curling my fingers into the sheets as he begins to move. He’s taking me higher, faster, my body reacting to him as if it knows him. This is more than just fucking; it isn’t just sex. This is passion.

He’s gentle with me, and I can tell that he cares. He doesn’t just want to fuck me; he wants me to feel good.

James pulls back, staring into my eyes. Wrapping my legs around him, I pull him deeper inside me. I can feel his body shuddering, and I know that he’s close to the edge. We’re both right there, so close.

I can feel my orgasm building, my body tightening, my muscles coiling. I’m heading into the darkness, and I’m afraid.

But I hold still, waiting for James to come.

Keeping himself buried in me, James grabs my face, staring into my eyes. He breathes out, and I feel him throb inside me, and then he releases.

I come with him, our bodies joined. It’s like I’m melting into him, the two of us becoming one and the same.

We collapse flat on the mattress, his arms around me and my face pressed against his chest.

He’s buried inside me, and I can feel our heartbeats, the rhythm matching as we move together.

“I’ve never felt anything like that,” James whispers, tracing my face with his fingertips.

He wraps his arms tighter around my body, holding me in place.

“I can’t believe that just happened,” I whisper. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” he says, pulling me close and holding me as I drift off to sleep.

CHAPTER17

BILLIE

Iawake with a start, sitting up straight in bed. “What time is it?” I gasp.

But James is nowhere to be seen. I’m alone in our room.

The alarm clock on the bedside table reads a few past eight. Okay, not too bad.

Yet I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Staying up all night does not agree with me.

At least there was a cherry on top.

I bite my lip, memories of being with James flooding my vision.

I can’t believe that actually happened, that I let myself go with him. I never let myself go with anyone.

I’ve been cautious my whole life, but with James, I didn’t care. He makes me feel wonderful, and I don’t care what happens next.

Which is bad. Very bad.

What if things with James and I progress? What if we start dating?

For how long am I going to keep the secret about Quinn from him?

I shake my head. “What am I thinking?” I mutter.

I have more sympathy for him after hearing his story, but James is still the man who ran out on Quinn.

Getting out of bed, I hurry into the bathroom and jump into the shower. The cold spray soothes my headache.

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