She felt it.
She reacted.
“Oh! My! God!”
I mashed our lips together, moaning my breath into her mouth while the orgasm took hold of both of us. For me, it was moving through my sac, up my body, and straight out the tip of my cock.
“Emily!” I kept my mouth on hers but unraveled our lips. “Fuck yes!”
Her body stopped moving, allowing me to fully take over, and that was when I knew she was locked up, the tingles exploding inside her, the sensations owning her. What confirmed that was another scream of, “Agh!” against my lips.
She was there.
Peaking.
And so was I.
Emptying myself inside her was a feeling I wasn’t prepared for, far different from when I wore a condom. The fucking heat, the intensity, the way she moaned against my mouth and all I could taste was her orgasm—I couldn’t get enough.
“Yes,” I hissed as the bursts began to slow. “I want more of that.” I waited until I knew she was nearing the end before my thumb stilled on her clit. “You liked getting freshly fucked, don’t you?”
“No, I love it.” She gave me a soft kiss, which turned into a much harder one. “And I’m going to love when you drip out of me.”
My chuckle was deep. “You know what I love ... that fucking mouth.”
If my brother was going to take every opportunity he could to burst through my office door without so much as a knock, he could expect the same from me. Payback was a real bitch. So the first thing I did when I arrived at work was walk right into his office without alerting him, earning just the reaction I was seeking.
A pissed-off Jordan.
There were so many things happening at our office—deals in the making, real estate getting purchased—that I needed his full attention. Once we talked things out and I could shift gears to a more personal topic, I hit him with the obvious.
“When are you going to ask her to move in with you?” I crossed my arms over my chest, finally relaxing in the seat across from his desk.
If I aimed the focus on him, I could stop it from shifting to me.
“She’s basically already living with me.”
“But she’s still paying rent at her apartment, yes?” An answer I knew because Emily had told me. “So if a fight happens between you two, she has somewhere to go that isn’t, say, your man cave upstairs?”
He nodded.
“You know that’s not the same as her moving in.” I paused. “Are you afraid of rushing it, or are you afraid she’ll say no?”
“Things between us have been in fast-forward since we started hooking up. I want her to live with me. Shit, I want her to marry me. But we’re good right now, Gavin. Really fucking good. There’s no reason to mess with that.”
I was beginning to feel the same about Emily. We were in this untitled phase that came with no pressure. And since I hadn’t inserted her into Ben’s life, I didn’t have to deal with any of his questions or comments about her. That right there would take our relationship to a different level.
“I hear you.” I locked my hands behind my head and sank even deeper into the chair. “And Ben’s in love with her. So there’s that.”
“I fucking love seeing them together. She’s going to be one hell of a mom.”
“She is, for sure.” I crossed my legs, foot bouncing in the air, a smile coming over my face as I thought of Emily being a mom. Jesus, she was going to be the best. But this wasn’t about Emily and me. This was about Jordan and Maya. “I just want to point out that it’s wild seeing you like this after all these years of being single and anti-relationship.I know you were just waiting for the right woman—and, Jordan, you found her.”
He took a deep breath. “I did.”
“I’m happy for you, my man.”
My phone vibrated from my pocket, and I looked at the screen.
