“I’m close, Zander,” I say, and it comes out with a bonus, unexpected laugh.
“Do you need me to take over or do you have this?” His voice hitches as my walls clench around him. “You’ve got this don’t you, Addie? You’re fucking me so good.” He pinches my nipple hard, and I squeal. “Come for me, Addie. Let yourself have this.”
I close my eyes, dizzy and high on the man deep inside me. I do as I’m told. I let myself have this.
For the first time in my life, I completely shatter while riding a man’s dick. I fall forward onto his chest, and he catches me. We’re a tangle of limbs. His strong arms wrap around me as he thrusts into me one final time, then moans loud enough I swear his neighbours will hear.
When I open my eyes, Zander’s face fills my vision. His eyes are soft, the crinkles at the corner ever-present as he smiles at me.
“You are…something else,” he whispers.
I’m hot all over, spent, and kind of feel like I’m in love with him. I brush my lips against his.
“Thank you for that. For…for listening to me. That was the best.”
“Hey, so,” Zander says, brushing a wayward lock of hair from my face. “Best birthday ever.”
Chapter Seventeen
Zander
Addie is mesmerizing.
The sun beams down on her, like its sole purpose is to spotlight her. Her hair shines a brilliant orange and her freckles are out in full force, across her cheeks, over her shoulders, dipping beneath the neckline of her V-neck T-shirt. Even her wireframed glasses, glinting in the light, undo me. I could stare at her all day and find something new to obsess over.
She’s sunshine personified.
She’s also a massive distraction and I should not even be attempting to write in her vicinity. All my brain can muster are compliments about her. I’ve slipped them over to her, sticking them to her keyboard or thighs, on bright yellow sticky notes she brought with her. My laptop screen remains blank. The cursor blinks ominously. It’s mocking me.
It saysZander, you’re done for.
Zander, look at the slight upturn of her nose. She’s a whimsical elf.
Zander, you haven’t said it yet, but you love her.
Zander, it’s a little bit insane you’ve known her less than a month but have never felt so strongly about anyone.
Zander, remember that tattoo on her thigh? Remember her breasts as she bounced above you? Remember her coming undone for the first time on your dick?
Okay, so I’m in over my head.
Fuck.
Addie looks up from her laptop, balanced on her beautiful, smooth thighs, and catches me staring. A flush forms across her cheeks and all I can think of is the last time I saw her like that. Her above me, her chest and cheeks rosy and hot.
Stop it. I cannot get an erection in the park.
“What?” Addie asks.
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I say, then, “You’re beautiful.”
“This is so not productive for my word count.”
“No, unfortunately not.”
“I mean, it is and it isn’t. I’m not getting down what I want to, but Iamwriting a pretty hot sex scene. Problem is, I don’t think my readers really expect that from me. All my previous sex has been more implied than anything, as is the way of historical fiction.”
I laugh, then drag a hand over my face. “I’m so glad we’re in the same boat.”
