He groans, tipping his head back so it presses to my forehead. “No,” he groans.
I grin, dropping my mouth to the soft spot between his neck and shoulder, kissing and biting and sucking. Not enough to leave a mark, but enough to taste him. Worship him.
His hand drops to my thigh, pulling it up. Changing our angle slightly. Of course, he’s an expert on what feels best, so I’m not surprised when sexy little noises start coming out of his mouth in response.
My hand covers his chest, drops to his stomach, jerks his cock, grips his hip. I want to feel all of him. Touch him everywhere. This man is so damn sexy.
“There,” he whines, his hand reaching back to dig into my ass cheek. “Right there, Hansley.”
I’m not sure if I moved at all, but I’m careful to keep our position the same, so I’m hitting the spot that makes him feel good.
His gasps are loud and whiny. No longer having a reason to remain quiet, he doesn’t. Though he’s not awfully loud, I can hear him plainly now. I can lose myself in the sounds that he releases into the room. Filling my head and body with everything Lemon.
“I’m going to come,” he whines. “Touch me, Hansley.”
I grip his dick and jerk him, trying to keep a pace that makes sense with how I’m fucking him. I’m not sure if I manage, but he likes it all the same.
He’s not one of those people who suddenly seizes up when he comes. His entire body feels like a live wire leading up to his orgasm and through it. He writhes, wiggles, jerks. All while spurting hot ropes of cum onto my hand and the bed.
His ass clenches around me and I close my eyes to enjoy his pleasure, letting it feed my own until it wraps around me and squeezes my own orgasm free. I moan, burying my face into the back of his head as it washes through me.
God, he feels so good.
We’re panting when it’s over. Sweat drips down my back, pools at my hairline. I didn’t think we were in any particularly strenuous positions, but hell if I didn’t get a workout all the same.
I hold him to me a while longer, hoping he doesn’t try to bolt right away like usual. But I know it’s coming. As it does every time.
Once I think I have the strength to sit back and watch him leave, I pull my dick out gently and then roll onto my back, draping an arm over my eyes. I don’t particularly want to see him run tonight. I’m just going to pretend he won’t. Pretend he’shere so I can ignore everything that screams at me when I’m alone.
CHAPTER 25
LEMON
It feels like a cool breeze runs over me when Hansley rolls away. The loss of his body heat makes me cold and I shiver. For a minute, I don’t move as I catch my breath. Getting my hands under me, I push myself up and shift to look at him.
He’s lying on his back with his arm over his face. My heart sinks because I have the very weird impression that he regrets this. I nearly tell him I’m sorry and that I’ll go, but his lips part and he takes a deep breath, holding it so his chest is wide.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice quiet. Maybe he doesn’t want to hear it right now.
Hansley lets the breath out in a rush. “My marriage is over,” he says.
I stare at him because I’m pretty sure he already knew this. He told me days ago that he told his wife about us. Well, not about ‘us’ because that would imply that there’s an us, and I know that’s not what he meant.
“Did something happen?” I ask and then shake my head. “I mean… you told her almost a week ago. Did something else happen?”
Turning my body, I fold my legs under me. I sit close but don’t touch him. I’m not sure if I have permission to now thatwe’re not having sex. My eyes trail down his damp body to where his softening cock still in its wrapper, is laying against his thigh. I want to discard it for him, but I’m unsure where we are right now.
He has one of the most spectacular bodies I’ve ever seen. Such thick thighs. Hairy legs. Pronounced abs. Big chest that I’m kind of dying to squeeze.
“I filed for divorce a couple days after,” he admits quietly, dropping his arm off his face though he doesn’t open his eyes. I hold my breath because he’s actually telling me things. Important, personal things! “I gave her everything in it. Every single asset we have together.”
I’m ready to get mad on his behalf, anticipating where this is going. She wants more. She doesn’t get more! She doesn’t get to ruin him. Not even because he cheated on her.
“But she doesn’t want any of it. She said no. Then she called me this morning crying because she doesn’t want to get divorced. She wants to work it out.”
My heart drops as I stare at him. I swear, I ate a live fish and it’s desperately trying to get out of my stomach now.
“But I told her,” he continues, his eyes squeezing shut. “I told her I’m not going to stop this.” He waves his hand between us before dropping it at his side again. “And this woman, she says that we can work it out.”
