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She moves her head out of the way. I take off her bra. I throw it to the side and put my hands under her breasts, feeling their weight and softness. Her breath catches, and I chuckle. Seeing her pleasure excites me. I squeeze her flesh until her hard nipples become the focus of my fingers. She grips my thigh with one hand, digging her nails into my skin. Her other hand rests on my other hand, draped over a breast. She calls my name softly and kisses the side of my face, her eyes glazed over.

I let out a strained breath as my erection throbs and threatens to burst out of my boxers. Letting go of her breasts, I send my hand to her nether region, slipping it through her panties and directly to her wet cave. She’s so wet that my fingers slip in easily. She cries out, ecstatically. I feel her grip my length. She jerks me gently, my boxers causing hot friction on my skin.

I can take it no longer. We split apart and face each other. We hold onto each other, kissing without care. I fall on my back and she straddles me; leaning down, she continues the kiss and grinds her wet core on my unrepenting shaft. “Oh, Lance....” she cries out, pushing her nipples to my lips. Seeing her so turned on brings a smile to my lips.

I suck on her nipple, eliciting a mewling sound from her. I make her sit up. I hold my length up for her to sit down on it. She does. “Oh, God!” I growl, feeling her walls suck me in and clamp down on me. She’s tight and hot inside. We don’t move. We hold each other, and I drink in the sight of her. I tuck her hair behind her ears and kiss her lips before smoothly sliding her under me.

I enter her ever so slowly, watching pleasure and delight dance on her face. I slip in and out with care as she loosens up for me to thrust faster. She wraps her hands around my neck, keeping my face close to hers. Our breaths gush out in puffs. We let out grunts and moans like beasts.

I’m still in her when I lift her up. She wraps her legs around me. We kiss all the way to the bedroom. I set her down, and she kneels on the bed, raising her backside by arching her back. I slide two fingers over her wet cave lips and lick her juices off them. In one smooth move, I thrust into her eliciting a feral bark. My pleasure is shooting to its peak. I’m unable to help myself as I shoot my seeds inside her.

“Lance!” she yelps as I thrust harder and faster, riding the wave of my receding climax. She’s unable to keep kneeling and lies on the bed. I fall onto her. She screams, biting my hand as she twitches in my arms. Her core grips me tighter as she reaches her peak.

I pant and roll off her. I place a hand on her warm skin, remembering how cold it was just minutes ago. It’s better having her here with me, safe and warm. She shifts closer. The heat haze of our passion recedes, and we catch our breaths. I hug her.

“It might sound strange, but I think I heard your voice while I was trapped in the snow. I was in a white space, and your voice showed me the way. Has that ever happened to you before?”

I think about what she said, staring up at the ceiling. “Not exactly like yours. But when I was five, I was tired of staying in the house. I wanted to have fun in the snow. My brothers didn’t want to play. I thought they were no fun.” I chuckle, rubbing on my chin as my mind returns to that snowy night. “I snuck out of the house, telling no one. I had taken my ice skating shoes with me. Can you guess what happened?”

“You had so much fun getting lost in the cold white world of snow?” she ventures, smiling.

I flick her nose. “Not quite. The pond was frozen, so I skated for a bit but…it got boring doing it alone. I couldn’t play on my own. It was snowing quite hard, which made skating harder. I was about to return to the house when the ice gave way, trapping my foot. I was scared. I sat on the ice and cried, calling for anyone. No one came. I couldn’t pull my foot out; the ice wouldn’t break enough. I was losing the feeling in my trapped foot.”

She watches me, entranced. I don’t like thinking back to that incident. I sigh. “Funny thing is, I fell asleep until I heard my brothers’ calling me. It was like the voice of salvation. After they and my parents found me, they safely got me back home. I thought they were going to be mad at me, but they were just relieved to have me back.”

“That must have been quite traumatic.” She shivers in my arms, moving closer to me. I can imagine her incident still fresh in her mind, making her scared.

I hold her, kissing her forehead. “It was, but it got better with my family around me. So will you. You have me with you.”

She looks into my eyes with a mixture of doubt and hesitation, which she masks with a smile. “I like the sound of that.” She buries her face into my chest and won’t look up. I wonder what’s wrong. I don’t bring it up, so she’ll rest.

Little did I know that another storm will be wreaking havoc in our lives soon.

Chapter 19

CHASMIN

Lancedrivingushomewith his hand on my thigh. I rest my hand on his, feeling the veins on the back of his hand. I feel the strength in his hand, and my mind conjures scenes of a hand gripping me and pinning me down. I look away from his hand and catch his eyes on me. Returning home after our night on the icy mountains is a great relief. Apart from being trapped in the snow and having a wonderful time with Lance, I’m tired of the cold and can’t wait to be back home.

Lance has been extra sweet since the incident. He focuses on the road, turning corners as we get closer to the penthouse.Has Claudette been in this car before?Did he rest his hand on her like this? Was their connection stronger? Will I ever break the shadow of her in Lance’s heart? I don’t know what to say. I’m falling too fast and too deep for him.Who am I kidding, I’ve already fallen. I have no way of walking away from this, and it scares me. It’s all so new, but he must have been in this situation a million times now, but not me.

These questions gnaw at my mind. I look away, so Lance won’t see my thoughts through my eyes. My doubts have never been this strong. I don’t want to leave Lance. Not even for Claudette. Finally, we reach the penthouse, and he parks the car. “At last, we’re home.” Saying the word home comes easily for me. It might be an odd thing to say for us since our relationship isn’t defined, but I feel at home here.

“We are. Eric should be expecting us.” he replies, his smile showing he’s excited to see the boy. For a minute, I imagine the smile on his face is there because he’s coming home to see our kids.Silly, thought.

We leave the car and he comes to my side. We take a back door from the parking lot into the building to avoid the snow. In the elevator, I look up, hoping to see another bit of mistletoe. I feel his hands on my cheeks, and I look at him. He grins before kissing me. I melt into the kiss, holding his wrists. We end the kiss, looking at each other with beaming smiles.

“I just had to.” He rubs my lower lip with his thumb. “You’ve been keeping something to yourself, and it seems to be bothering you…” His words are cut off by thedingof the elevator, and the doors slide open.

I smile, running my hands through his hair, hoping to affect an unbothered air. “It’s nothing. Eric is waiting.” That seems to do it. He heads out first and my smile drops. I walk after him.

At the door to the penthouse, the door slides open, and Eric leaps up to Lance. Lance laughs, catching him in the air and lifting him higher. He spins Eric before embracing him. I stay to the side, watching this.Another connection he has that isn’t from me.Am I as secure in thisrelationshipas I think?

When they’re done greeting, he sets Eric down. He runs to me, wrapping his arms tightly around my legs. “Hey, buddy. I’ve missed you too.” I pry his arms around my leg so I can move a bit.

“Miss you more. What do you have for me?” He tiptoes, his eyes fixed on my bag.

“We have to get in first, Eric.” I reply with an amused laugh.

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