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“I won’t stop until you come all over my cock.”

My legs tense up and my body goes still as he pulls me even closer while moving fiercely inside me. My pussy pulses around him until the last strands of control snap.

David growls through clenched teeth. Bliss explodes inside me when I come, igniting rapture. Then, his orgasm tears an animalistic groan from his chest with brutal force. He’s fucking me passionately, rawly, almost barbarically. As if he blames me for our time apart, and at the same time, he would be waiting for me to calm his hunger.

I’m sated and dizzy when his head falls between my tits, and he laughs.

David Posada is laughing hard.

Chapter Fifteen

David

Alive.

Fucking alive.

That’s how I’m feeling right now, and not just because my heart is pounding so hard that it threatens to break my ribs. No. Not just because I’m breathing hard after the most amazing sex of my life. No, that’s not it. Well, that’s kind of it, but it’s more.

“Are you laughing at me?” Ella asks breathlessly.

I look at those gorgeous green eyes that have casted a spell on me since the first moment before replying: “I’m laughingbecauseof you, baby.”

It’s the truth. Melanie Garfield. My Ella. The woman I found one night in a bar and changed my life forever. On the note, she said I gave her more than she was looking for. To this day she has no idea how much she means to me. How much she gave me.

That’s because you haven’t told her yet, you idiot.I’m not a poet or a singer who knows all the perfect words. I’m a bastard who only knows how to express himself with his body..

Talking about it…. That’s a different thing altogether.

Our first time after all these years was rushed by the urge to reconnect. The urge to feel again. This time will be different. I want her to experience everything I have to give. To give to her.

“I’ve missed this, Ella,” I say softly. “I’ve missed you.”

“That’s in the past, isn’t it?” she replies. “You can have me for as long as you’re….”

Does she think I only want her for the few weeks I have left in Warmer Springs?

Has she lost her freaking mind?

“I want you every night,” I whisper. My gaze locks on hers, Ella needs to know I’m talking seriously. “I want this every day.” In the light and in the shadows. In my bed. In the shower. On my office desk.

Closing my eyes, I imagine what the future has in store for us. A life together, raising Davi and his siblings. Yeah, we need to talk about this, but my boy needs company. And a conversation about the logistics is next on the agenda.

Most of the time, I can work remotely. However, as the head of the company, I can’t risk the future of my family and my employees to my VPs. Yes, they are the best in the country, but JHC is my responsibility. It’s the legacy Jonah left me.

My mind is busy making plans. The need to get this done is pumping in my veins like molten lava. Buying a helicopter to facilitate my trips isn’t a big issue, even if I need to build a landing pad. That’s our business, right?

“You’re thinking too hard, Posada.” Melanie’s voice brings me back to the moment.

“I’m sorry.” I stroke her cheek. “Thinking of….”

“A way to escape?” Even if she’s joking, her words sit badly on my stomach.

“Yes,” I reply, and at the same moment, a flash of sadness crosses her face. “From reality. I want to stay here with you. But I guess the camp will be waiting for you tomorrow, and my community service….”

“Hey,” she stops my rambling with her hands circling my face. “Even if our time is limited, let’s make every minute count.”

That sounds like a better idea.

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