His lips are curled in a smile as he presses kisses to the back of my shoulder. Hansley always fucks me how I want to be fucked. Hard or slow, deep or shallow. It doesn’t matter. He’s perfect at all of it.
And he’s always so mindful too. So careful. His touch is as gentle as it is firm.
My eyes roll when he begins to fuck me how I want him to. I try like hell to keep my moans and grunts down. He might have locked his door, but that doesn’t mean someone couldn’t stand right outside and hear us.
He brings his hand around and clamps it over my mouth after a while. Then he fucks me harder.
His breath is harsh in my ear. With each rough slap of his hips to my ass, each deep plunge inside me, my head spins.
“Still hate me, Lemon?” he growls. I try to nod. “Hate that I make you feel so good? Hate that you come for me?”
I whine behind his hand. I’m so fucking close.
“Hate that I see through you and the castle-like walls you’ve always lived behind?”
Too good. I just nod. Then shake my head. Nodding is admitting he’s right.
“You hate that you don’t hate me, don’t you, Lemon?”
I refuse to answer. Not that I can. Even if his hand wasn’t over my mouth to contain the sinful sounds I’m making, his cock driving into me like this would still render me incapable of coherent speech.
What I totally hate is how he can now read me like a book when we’re fucking. He knows when I need his hand on my dick for that last little push and pulls me back a bit so he can reach my needy cock. Hansley jerks me until I’m writhing in his hold and coming all over the place.
He doesn’t stop, but continues to fuck me. Keeping his hand over my mouth as he drives home. There’s a change in how hefucks once I’ve reached orgasm. I can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Not exactly. But it’s different. Both more and less intense.
“You hate that I can make you come like this, don’t you?”
I grit my jaw, pretending his thrusts don’t make my brain rattle in my head.
Heat rushes over me when he comes. He’s louder when he pants this time while his cock throbs in my ass. As if maybe he’s lost a bit of self-control. He groans low. So low that I think I feel the sound in my bones.
Then he stills before his weight comes down on me. He releases my mouth, but I don’t have the breath to tell him to get up. My body shakes deliciously.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs into my hair, pressing soft kisses to my scalp. “Tell me you hate me, Lemon.”
“I hate you,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “You can do better than that.”
The thing is, I don’t think I can.
CHAPTER 18
HANSLEY
I’ve been sleeping on the couch. Which is almost worse than facing Jessica because she gets up every morning with tears in her eyes, asking what she’s done. No matter how many times I tell her nothing, she doesn’t believe me.
Now I’m lying in our bed, staring at the ceiling. She’s not here, which is the only reason I am. She’s gone to her parents’ house on the other side of the country to visit with her new nephew. And I’m just lying here thinking about how shitty a person I am.
Every time I try to tell her, she has tears in her eyes, and I can’t bring myself to say the words out loud. They’ll hurt her, and I don’t want to hurt her. I already have and I do more every day. But saying the words to her, telling her I’ve been having an affair? That’s a new kind of hurt that I’m not prepared to see in her eyes.
I need to. I’ve made this bed and now I need to… do literally anything.
My phone chimes and I wince. Either Jessica or Lemon, if I have to take a guess. I haven’t seen Lemon in three days. Not since I fucked him over my desk. I got home to find Jessica’sbags packed and the sense of relief that washed over me made me feel sick after.
The thought that she was going to give me the easy way out and decide to leave made me realize just how much of a coward I am. But she wasn’t leaving me. Just going to her parents for a week or so. That means when she gets back, I need to face her. Ineedto tell her the truth. For both of our sakes.
Another chime on my phone has me sighing. Rolling over, I grab it off the nightstand and tap the screen to wake it up. It’s The Pride Room app, but it’s not a message from Lemon. It’s Alka.
