Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
The pressure of her walls around me made my breath hitch. Damn, she felt so good. I couldn’t move for a moment, and then I slid deeper. Our shared gasp turned into a steady moan that I realized came from my lips. “You feel . . .” I tried, my vision blurring as I pulled out, then moved back in. “Christie, you feel so good.”
“Mmmm,” was all she said. She clutched at my back and pulled me closer, our sweat pooling together and running down her stomach. A firm hand found one of my ass cheeks, and I shoved into her before she could ask, eliciting another moan that made me want to do it again.
With each thrust, her walls closed around me, and it felt so good it almost hurt. I kept thrusting, moving with her bucking body until she relaxed and our bodies took on a steady rhythm that sent a growing sensation throughout my body.
I thrust harder, and she screamed, fingers clenching my backside hard. We were both nearing the edge, so I sped up the pace, crushing my lips against her neck and breathing deeply the scent that fed my primal instinct to conquer. At this moment, she was mine, and I’d have every last drop she could offer.
Her body shuddered before releasing a scream I caught in a kiss. The sound deepened to a crazed moan, and with a final hard thrust, it sent me over the edge. I clutched her shoulders but pulled her tighter as we let out our release. Just the thought of my cum spilling into her pushed my orgasm harder, longer, and for a moment, I struggled to catch the breath it took with it.
We lay like that for a while, my cock throbbing inside her wetness. Every now and again, she’d flex, and her walls would hug my cock again. I chuckled, pulling out slowly, the remnants of ecstasy giving me a last sensation to remember. After slipping off the condom and throwing it out, I brought back warm, wet towels for us both.
***
Black spots kept me from sitting up, but I accepted the towel from Ryan, my vagina grateful that it was warm. I could barely breathe, my body was so worn out, so I didn’t move more than I needed to.
Whatever buzz I may have had was completely gone now, but my stomach felt emptier than ever, and I sent Ryan a careful look while I pondered what he was thinking.
“You hungry?” he asked as if acknowledging my unspoken question.
I nodded as a smile crept across my face. “I need food as payment.”
He brushed hair that had fallen over my eyes and considered me with a new warmth in his gaze. “Payment?” he said, his tone amused. The drops of sweat gliding down his forehead had me licking my lips.
I nodded again. “I require payment for my services.”
A deep chuckle warmed my bones, and the darkness in his eyes sent an exciting shiver through my body. He leaned over me, his hands bracing himself on either side of my face until his beard tickled my lips. “Then we better get dressed.”
I pressed my back deeper into the sheets layered with my sweat and maybe some of his. I wanted to see more of his face, his body, the gentle shake of his muscles that came with the pleasure we shared.
When I caught my breath, we dressed, but I wondered how I’d let all this go. There was a certain chemistry I could no longer deny and comfort even in the silence between us.
When we left, we walked down the road, the night air cooling the wet hair on my scalp. It was like we’d reached a new stage in our relationship, his calmness and mine filling the comfortable silence. It felt like we’d stepped into a new world entirely, but I wasn’t sure whether we’d have to leave it forever.
Chapter 20
Ryan
I raced through our entire evening trying to figure out whether I’d screwed something up. I didn’t mind Christie’s silence—hell, she looked pretty damn content to me—but she barely said a word after we’d had sex, and it was starting to worry me. I gazed at her sitting across from me in the steakhouse. Maybe she sensed my unease. I mean, it felt a little weird having sex with a woman who wasn’t my son’s mother right after spending half the day with James. Was that okay? Was I even allowed a relationship? Was that what this was?
No, Christie was a businesswoman focused on the end goal. I knew that feeling. It wasn’t my place to tell her I regretted taking that path. Maybe it was right for her since she didn’t have anything tying her down yet. And I couldn’t be the asshole to tie her down to me, an emotional mess with a broken marriage, a kid, a business in chaos, and a lot of baggage.