“Fuck!”I scream as he bottoms out inside me again and again.
He leans forward, kissing me as we grind together.His hand slides between our bodies until he finds my clit.His thumb rubs over it, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“God, I can feel you getting close,” CJ grits out.
“So close.So, so close…”
I splinter apart as he ruts into me, and I hear him call out my name as he comes with me.My body tenses with the force of my orgasm, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I come.
“Fucking hell,” CJ grunts, rolling to his side.
I blink my eyes open, my muscles relaxing one by one.
“Hmm,” I murmur, rolling to my side to face him.
His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me flush against him.We’re silent for a few minutes, basking in the post-coital afterglow.His fingers stroke my back, and I relax against him.
“Olivia?”CJ suddenly sounds nervous.
“Hmm?”I tilt my head to look him in the eye.
“Olivia, I…I love you.”
His words catch me off guard.For the first time since I met him, he looks vulnerable.My mind scrambles for something to say.What do I do?How do I feel about CJ?
The answer is there before I can finish that thought.I love him too.I have since he walked into my office.Well, maybe not that soon, but I started falling for him then.He’s so good with the kids.He makes me step out of my little bubble.He helps me and listens to my problems.He’s kind, funny, and charming.He’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
We’re meant to be,I realize.I ground him, and he pushes me to have fun.I’d forgotten how to do that before him.
He stares at me as I catch my breath and lick my lips.
“I love you, too.”
His smile is so bright it nearly blinds me.Then he’s kissing me again.I moan, melting into him.When we come up for air, I’m grinning like a lunatic, too.
“Now what?”I ask him.
He smirks.“Well, I have an idea.”
I laugh.“Is it sex?”I ask, tempering the eagerness in my tone so I don’t sound like a horny girl.
He scoots closer on the bed and kisses my nose.“No.Well, now it is.”
“What was your idea?”I ask as he nuzzles my neck, kissing a path down to my clavicle.
“I’ll tell you later,” he mumbles against my skin.
I smile.Sounds good to me.
ELEVEN
CJ
“So, what was your idea?”Olivia asks as we pull into the Youth Center parking lot.
“Oh, you mean my genius idea?”I ask with a smirk.She rolls her eyes, but I see her biting back a grin.
“Yeah, your genius idea,” she deadpans as we climb out of my car.
