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Fisher had given Eliza more than she’d ever known she could take.
So much passion. So much pleasure. So much…love.
Except that last bit is only me,she thought sadly as she lightly ran a finger up and down the sweaty divot of his spine.
She forced herself to mentally shake off any sorrow. She refused to focus on what shedidn’thave when what shedidhave was so, so much.
She had Fisher. She had his lust and admiration and respect. She had his affection and his friendship. She had his lovely weight pressing her into the mattress and his long, thick cock buried inside her.
He’d shoved his hands beneath her, cupping her ass when he drove into her as his orgasm hit. And he squeezed each cheek now as if, despite his satisfaction, he couldn’t help continuing to tease her and, by extension, himself.
His head was beside hers on the pillow, his nose buried in her throat. Which meant his voice was muffled when he asked, “Am I crushin’ ya?”
“No.” She wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Don’t you dare move.”
“Mmm,” he hummed contentedly, kissing her pulse point. “So I take it you’re satisfied? Don’t need me to leave the room so ya can finish yourself off?”
She smacked his shoulder. “If this is your way of asking,Was it good for you?I think you already know the answer. But I’ll bolster your ego if you need me to.”
“You’ve spent most of the four years we’ve known each other cuttin’ my ego down to size, so I think it’s only fair if ya give it a pat on the back now.”
She dutifully patted his back. “Good boy. Job well done. Best orgasms ever.”
He pushed up on his elbows to stare down at her. She loved seeing him from that vantage. She’ddreamedof seeing him from that vantage.
“I’m not sure I like the note of sarcasm I’m detectin’.”
She tenderly pushed a whorl of hair back from his forehead—he really did need to go see his barber. Then she cupped his cheek. “Best orgasm ever,” she told him softly, sincerely.
“Yes!” He shot a fist in the air. “Score one for Fisher!”
“And score three for Eliza,” she was quick to add. “Which makes me the real winner.”
He dropped his hand. His expression turned serious. “That you actually believe that between the two of usyouare the real winner is the best compliment ya could’ve given me.”
She shook her head. “You’re amazing, Fisher. And not just in bed. Inlife. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You should work on that.”
“I’d rather work onyousome more.” He wiggled his eyebrows and reclaimed her lips. When his tongue delved into her mouth, mimicking the recent motion of his body, she felt her vagina clamp around him.
“Lord almighty, that’s hot.” He sighed as he pressed his forehead to hers. “But it reminds me I need to vacate the premises. I don’t want the condom to leak.”
I do.
The thought buzzed through her head before she had time to catch it and throw it away.
If she got pregnant with his baby then maybe…
No. I’d never trap him.
Even if the idea of having a little boy or girl with her dark hair and his pirate’s eyes filled her with a longing she’d never experienced before—she’d always said she wasn’t sure she even wanted kids—she couldneveruse that as a reason to make Fisher stay when leaving was all he’d promised.
Hoping none of what she was thinking showed on her face, she patted his shoulder. “I’m ready.”
They both hissed when he slid out of her. It felt delicious. And also a little sad. Because she’d been complete before and now…she wasn’t.
Turning onto her side, she pressed up on one elbow so she could watch him walk to the bathroom. His ass was so high and round and tight, his back so wide and muscled and tan. He truly was The. Most. Beautiful. Man.
