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With my fingers still in her hair, I bring her mouth to mine. Tilly’s hand wraps around my cock, and she places it at her entrance. Then she begins to lower herself onto me. Inch by inch, I slowly slide inside of her.

We both groan when she drops down to settle her ass on my thighs. I grab her hips, squeezing until my fingers leave little indentations in her flesh.

And then she’s moving, grinding down on me, her tits bouncing with every slap of our skin. I’m completely overwhelmed by her. My senses are overloaded by every ounce of Tilly. The sounds she makes, the way she moves, the smell of her, it’s all too much.

I drop my thumb to her clit to add some pressure. If I don’t push her over the edge soon, I’m going to come before her, and that’s just unacceptable.

“Oh, god. Matthew!” Tilly cries out. I keep circling her clit with one hand and slide my other up to cup her breast. The second I pinch her nipple, her entire body shudders around me.

“Come on my cock, pretty girl. I need to watch you explode.”

Tilly’s grinding hips begin to stutter, her pussy tightening around mine like a vise. I start hammering into her as she comes, needing to prolong this entire moment. I don’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to come, but my body isn’t giving me a choice. Tilly’s pussy is too tight and slick to hold off any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I groan as I come inside her. Straight ecstasy. That’s all I can feel right now. Nothing has ever felt like this. No woman has ever made my brain blank out as I came.

Tilly collapses onto my chest, her breaths coming out in pants. I wrap my arms around her back to hug her close to me. What am I supposed to do with all these feelings burning inside me? I’m thirty-four years old and have never felt so connected to a woman.

How did I go from only being vaguely aware of Tilly to wanting to spend every minute with her?

It doesn’t make sense.

Except it does when I think about it.

Tilly is my every fantasy come to life. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, incredibly intelligent, and has more kindness in her little finger than most people do in their whole body. Not to mention how easily she can keep up with not only me but my family, as well.

But she’s Desmond’s little sister.

I’m ignoring that part for now. I can’t think about how betrayed Des is going to feel when he finds out about us. Except… there’s nothing to even say right now. He wouldn’t accept our desire to explore this relationship. He’d force me to give her up, and I just can’t. Not yet. I need to know if what I’m feeling is real or if it’s just the excitement of fucking my best friend’s little sister.

My mind and body reject that idea wholeheartedly. This isn’t just doing something forbidden.

This is more.

CHAPTER20

Tilly

I’m scrolling through my phone, reading through the gossip articles on my favorite sites. Usually, I’m looking for any mention of people I know. The best part is, ever sinceCelebrity Weeklygot trashed for printing straight-out lies, a lot of the sites have started providing hard proof for their articles.

Makes the gossip way juicier when you can read the receipts.

“Hi.”

I look up to find an unremarkable-looking man in his early fifties sitting in the seat across from me. I blink at him.Do I know him?I flip through my mental files of men I know his age and come up with nothing. I have no idea who this is.

“Hello… Can I help you with something?”

“I’m Grant. I saw you sitting here alone and wondered if I could buy you a coffee.”

My mouth opens in an attempt to say something, but nothing comes out.

“Here’s your coffee, love.” Matthew sets two takeaway coffee cups and a muffin on the table and then pulls another chair over to sit. “You didn’t tell me you were meeting a friend.” He holds his hand out. “I’m Matthew, Tilly’s husband. It’s nice to meet you…”

“Grant. I was just leaving.” The man gets up without shaking Matthew’s hand.

I turn to look at Matthew with wide eyes. He looks back at me, a smirk curling at the side of his mouth. Then we both crack up until tears leak from our eyes.

“Husband, huh?” I giggle. I’m pretending that the idea of being married to Matthew isn’t the culmination of every dream I’ve ever had for my future.

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