Getting to his knees, he reached for a condom on the nightstand, and I watched, spellbound, as he sheathed himself.Nothing mattered but the two of us.The world didn’t exist beyond the boundary of Erik’s bed.
“I’ve wanted this for so damn long,” he said, gripping my hips and positioning himself at my opening.“Since the moment you fell into my arms.”
“Me, too.”I pulled against the headboard, raising myself up as far as I could so I could watch him enter me.
I was slick and swollen, and he fought for every inch, stretching me, giving me a chance to get used to the delicious invasion before sinking the whole way home.I felt the slap of his balls against my ass and then he froze, fingers tight on my hips, holding completely still.The muscles on his neck corded and his stomach tightened as if he were fighting a battle with himself.
“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.So fucking good.”
And then he started to move and there wasn’t space for words.There wasn’t room for anything but the way our bodies wedded together.He bent over me, claiming my lips as he drove inside me, fucking my mouth with his tongue as his cock filled me.I gave up trying to be still, gave up holding onto the headboard and twined my arms around his neck, tugging his hair to pull him closer.
Cradling my head to his chest, he sat up, taking me with him until I straddled his lap, his cock hitting so deep inside me, I felt him everywhere.
“Take what you need, beautiful.Come for me again.”Gripping my hand, he guided our fingers to my aching clit.I rode our combined hands and his cock as he drove himself up into me, pushing us higher with each thrust.Pleasure spiraled in on itself, filling me until I couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Coming.God, I’m coming.”I gasped out the words as the climax rocketed through me, tightening everything before releasing me to shatter into a million beautiful pieces.
Erik clutched me to him, gripping my hip and cradling my head as he drove up into me with an uncontrolled passion.I clung to him, sobbing his name as he came apart in my arms.
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IWOKE WITH Alex inmy arms and too many questions working their way around in my brain to let me sleep.I hadn’t slept with a woman since Julie and not really anyone before that.There was an intimacy in sleep, a vulnerability.I’d never really cared for it before.I’d done it in other relationships because it was the next logical step and the woman expected it but it had been a compromise.Something I did for them, not because I wanted it myself.I fucking loved waking with Alex curled against me, her warm body fitted to mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle finally joined together.I wanted to sleep that way every night.
Clearly, I’d lost my mind.Dr.Smithson and I—it felt so long since I’d thought of her like that—were exploring the finer points of BDSM and pushing the boundaries to include recreational fucking.We weren’t in a relationship.At least we weren’t supposed to be.We’d never negotiated for that, which didn’t mean I couldn’t fix it.I might not be able to offer her a house full of children and porch rockers but that didn’t mean we couldn’t come to some kind of mutually beneficial relationship.
If Jared was right, Alex would be able to go back to seeing clients in a matter of days.My grip tightened reflexively on her hip and I forced my hand to relax before I woke her.I intended to do that by sliding my cock inside her as soon as I got my head in the right place.We’d covered a lot of ground before we fell asleep but there were still dozens of things I wanted to do with her and that was just off the top of my head.I hadn’t begun to dig deep.
I hated the idea of her being with anyone else, another first for me.Jealousy never usually played into my feelings.If she didn’t see clients, she’d need something else to do.It wasn’t like I could call in some favors and hook her up with a gender studies professorship.I ran through the list of people I knew in academics just to make sure but no—no magic job there.If there were jobs to be had, she wouldn’t need my help anyway.We might have disagreements on what it meant to be dominant and submissive, but I didn’t have any doubt Alex was more than capable of making her own way.I was as crazy about her brilliant mind as I was about her body.
I seriously doubted I could get her to take up law, so paralegal was out.Which meant she’d go back to her business, and I’d go back to being screwed.Unless I figured out a way to blend the two together.
She’d let me pay her for sessions before.What if I became her only client—not forever; neither one of us fit the courtesan-benefactor stereotype—just in the short-term until we figured out what we were doing together.Maybe another month or two and we’d be out of each other’s systems and on to whatever came next.The thought felt off, disingenuous.Wrong.Holding Alex’s sleeping warmth in my arms, I had a hard time imagining ever being willing to say good-bye.I didn’t have to figure any of that out now.Being her only client would let me kick the can down the road for a bit.Maybe by the time I ran out of asphalt, I’d have another, better plan in place.Maybe.
Alex let out a soft snore and I grinned into the early dawn light.Things like that weren’t supposed to be sexy, but everything about this woman in my arms made me want her a little more.I curled around her, rolling her on her side so I could fit my cock against the soft seam of her ass.She rocked back in her sleep, wedging tighter into me.My chest tightened, knowing she wanted me, that she’d move toward me, even in sleep.Pressing my lips to the back of her neck, I breathed in sex, warm woman and the rich floral scent she wore.I slid my hand from her hip over the gentle swell of her stomach to cup her breast.
For a moment, I just lay there holding a sleeping Alex in my arms, a sense of certainty that things were exactly the way they were supposed to be washing over me.I didn’t know what it meant or how I planned to reorder my life to include her.I hadn’t planned on a relationship, but I wasn’t ready to let the lifting of the lawsuit create an artificial deadline and I sure as hell wasn’t ready to share.I squeezed her breast possessively.
“Everything okay?”she said, her voice a sleepy murmur.
“Better than okay.”
Spreading her thighs wide enough to allow me to position my cock against her slick opening, I teased her clit with my fingers, urging her body’s response.In one smooth motion, I thrust inside her, losing myself in the overwhelming sensation of having her skin to skin, no barriers between us.Curled around her, holding her in my arms, I started to move.
––––––––
“THE MAN CAN work aflogger and a spatula.”I sat at Erik’s kitchen island, wearing nothing but a threadbare Tulane University T-shirt that smelled like him.He’d woken me with an orgasm and the promise of breakfast and he’d delivered on both.Dude was some kind of sex god who handled an omelet almost as deftly as he handled my clit.
“What can I say; I aim to please.”He arched an eyebrow in false modesty before polishing off the last of his eggs.
He’d slipped an apron over his bare chest while he made breakfast, which made sense from an unwanted burn standpoint but was a sad waste of spectacular abs.Now that I’d seen all of the man’s body—run my tongue over it—I had a hard time with even the concept of clothing.It was like putting a drape over Michelangelo’sDavid.Some things should never be covered.Of course, that would mean no suits or ties.I licked the cheese off the back of my fork, weighing the pros and cons in my head.
“You keep looking at me like that, kitten, and I’m going to bend you over the kitchen counter and fuck you again before you finish your breakfast.”
“We’re back to kitten.I thought we’d moved past that,” I said, trying to sound incensed but failing because too much of my cognitive power was tied up in finding a flaw in the countertop plan.The eggs were good, exceptional even, but still just eggs.I could eat any time.
His expression shifted and for a moment, instead of sexy pirate, he looked like he was trying to puzzle something out.It was an unusual glimpse of uncertainty from a man normally confident to a fault.
“We’ve definitely moved past where we started.”His gaze searched my face and I froze in place, my forkful of cheesy eggs momentarily forgotten.
