Tilting forward, I press my chest against his as I lift up, snaking a hand down to line him up with my pussy. When I slowly sink down on his length he breaks the kiss, groaning in appreciation.
“Oh fuck, Em. The way your pussy feels gripping my cock is incomparable. I could live in this cunt every day,” he rasps, slowly rocking up into me.
“I want that. So much. Every day, just like this. Oh God!” I can barely get the words out as I concentrate on the way he feels moving under me. The flex of his abs with each thrust. The press of his forehead against mine as he starts chanting my name.
“Oh shit, Emma. Need this. Emma, fuck. Need you so much. Em,” he rasps against my lips. It’s not a shout from the rooftops, but the intensity in his voice is palpable as my orgasm hits and my fervid cries spill from my lips.
Our heavy breaths fill the space as I drop my head against his shoulder. Strong hands glide up and down my back. I’m uncertain whether he expects me to get off his lap, but I’ve learned to obey his command, and he remains composed beneath me. When I shift nervously, he places his hands on my hips.
“Don’t.”
I blink rapidly against his skin, waiting for further instructions.
“Don’t move,” he pleads, digging his fingertips into the flesh of my skin.
I exhale a shuddering breath, anticipation overwhelming me as I hang on his words.
“You feel incredible.”
My chest expands and contracts as each rise and fall against him feels like a tether, tying our souls together.
“I don’t want this to end.” I whisper the words against his skin in a silent prayer.
Something shifts between us at my confession. He grips my jaw, forcing me to look at him as he presses a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering as he speaks. “We can’t…” He trails off, but I already know where this is going.
“There are rules. I know,” I say, rolling my eyes. I know being with him is complicated, but I long for the day we can be out in the open. Free to date with less restrictive rules. With justourrules.
CHAPTER 33
EMMA
The sneaking around is really starting to pick away at my insecurities. Our visits to the club have become more frequent in the past two weeks, and I know I’m being a petulant child with my whiny requests, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s embarrassed to be seen with me.
“We need to be discreet. There are rules,” he’ll say. I know our relationship would be frowned upon at school since he’s a professor, but I’m getting sick of his rules, especially when it feels like the only obstacle in our path preventing us from being together.
Since John had plans tonight and Becka needed a sitter, I happily agreed to help. Her family has doubled in size since I last saw her, adding a partner and another daughter and son to her clan. Maybe it’ll be good that we have a night apart so we can come up for air.
“Thank you so much for babysitting, Emma,” Becka says, pulling me into a hug and ushering me inside. “Bennett’s parents had plans, Miles is out with friends, and I wasn’t sure if you were free during the school year.”
“Only sometimes. Finals are coming up and then there’s the play, so it’s good you caught me this weekend since I won’thave a lot of time after this. I’ll probably end up studying after the girls go to bed.”
“Just make sure you cut them off at two bedtime stories, or you’ll be readingtheirbooks all night instead of yours.” Bennett chuckles as though speaking from experience.
“That’s not an issue when I tuck them in,” Robert adds. “You just have to make sure they know that two is the limit.”
“I thought three was the limit?” Becka quips as she and Bennett laugh while Robert scowls.
“Why are you two laughing?” Robert grumps.
“It was a threesome joke.” Bennett playfully slaps Robert’s chest, and his scowl deepens. “Don’t pout, B. You’re just jealous that the girls like Fun Dad reading them more than two books.” Bennett smirks at Robert, causing Robert’s brow to furrow. “They know Grumpy Dad reads two and Fun Dad reads more.”
“Okay, you two, not everything is a competition. Save it for the basketball court,” Becka says, kissing each of her men on the cheek.
I smile politely at their exchange, looking for a reason to excuse myself from the conversation. “Are the girls upstairs?” I ask as the doorbell rings.
“Yup. Will you grab that on your way up? It should be my brother Jack and his wife. We’re headed out on a double date with them,” Robert says as I back out of the room while he and Bennett debate what to call their group date since it’s technically a double date with five people.
I open the door, standing behind it as I speak. “C’mon in, everyone’s in the kitch—” I stop when the couple walks into the foyer and I get a clear view of who it is.
