Page 18 of Devoted Love: A BWWM Romance

I laugh, and his eyes bounce open before closing again. "How do you feel?"

He sits up and kisses me. “Better. Thank you, Jordan.”

"You're welcome." The gray tone is gone. "Does this happen often?"

“No, not when I regulate my eating, my rest, and my exercise.” He reaches over and removes my hat. “How did you know what to do?”

“My grandmother.”

“Tell me about the woman that makes you smile like that.”

“My Nana was my best friend until I met the guys.” He removes my blazer and drops it on the coffee table. “We’d cook and read. She loved Monopoly and dominoes.”

“What about siblings?”

“Three—two brothers and a sister. They don’t live here anymore. What about you?”

"My parents didn't want children, and according to my father, I was a drunken mistake."

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I attended the best boarding schools, colleges, and now I’m a functional member of society.” His words reek of bitterness.

Ryker slips my top over my head. “Baby, what are you doing?”

“I just want to feel alive.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

"Then, don't say no." His bright blue eyes plead with me, and I can't say no.

I nod and walk over to lock the door before returning to the couch. I stop in front of him, lowering my jeans and removing my bra.

I reach in my bag and find my cellphone. I use our services to order dinner, and once I get the delivery time, I drop my phone inside and pull out a condom.

“Look at you.” His eyes are mad with lust. “Come wrap those sexy legs around me.”

I guide him inside of me, cradling his face in my hands. He fills me, and I ride him moaning while his tongue plays with my piercing. Time slips by us.

I tilt his head back. “Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

“Now?”

I squeeze his thickness.

“Fuck…” He thrusts, sweat running down his hairline, and I swallow his growls.

I struggle to breathe and control my racing heart. Will it always feel like an urgent need that only he can satisfy?

“Did you have to scream the building down?” I laugh.

“I almost had a heart attack.” He falls back with a hand over his heart.

“Don’t play like that!”

“I’m sorry, princess.”

"I need to get dressed, and you need to eat."

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