Page 38 of Wicked Grumpy Heart Doc

“Yes, please don’t stop!”

“I’m not stopping. Not until you’re coming all over my cock.”

She felt her body temperature rise as her belly tightened, and she met him thrust for thrust.

“I need you to come, baby,” he whispered urgently while he increased the pressure on her clit.

“I’m so close, Aiden. Please don’t stop.”

“I’m not stopping, Sunshine. Come on my cock. Let me feel that pretty pussy quiver.”

She fell over the edge with a long, “Ohhhhh.” Aiden sat up straighter, holding her hips, and after two thrusts, pushed in deep as he grunted through his release.

It was sexy as fuck.

He dropped his head to her back as he caught his breath and finally withdrew, escaping to the Jack-and-Jill bathroom before returning with a towel, which he used to tend to her.

After tossing the towel, he dropped onto the bed with athunkand pulled her against him, murmuring, “You are a goddess.”

He made her feel like one.

With a contented sigh, she laid her head on his chest and melted into him, relishing the warmth of his body, yet appreciating his hard lines against her soft curves.

She knew in her relaxed state, if she didn’t get up, she’d fall asleep. She drew circles on his arm that was around her waist as she murmured, “Do you think we should go out there?”

“Probably.” Yet, he made no attempt to move, so neither did she.

“They’ve probably noticed we’re gone.”

“Probably.”

“Do you think they know what we’ve been doing?”

He tugged her tighter against him with a contented sigh. “Yep.”

“I’m sorry.”

That made him open his eyes and look down at her. “Why?”

“I’m sure you don’t want your colleagues gossiping about you.”

“Sunshine, they’ve been gossiping about me for the last two years—ever since I filed for divorce. It’ll be a nice change of pace for them to have something pleasant to wag their tongues about.”

“Was it bad? Your divorce, I mean.”

She felt his previously relaxed body tense and wished she hadn’t asked that.

“Yeah. It got ugly. Fortunately, my attorney was better than hers.”

They lay in silence for a few minutes before he said, “What about you? Was your divorce bad?”

“I’ve never been married.”

“No?”

“Nope. I came close once, but it didn’t work out—thank God. I dodged a bullet with that one.”

“Living with someone is pretty much the same as being married when you breakup. Did it get ugly when you split?”

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