Page 107 of The Woman By the Lake

I dropped my torso to his and hissed in his face, “Stop it, Riggs.”

I then gasped in delight as he spun us so I was on my back, he was on top, managing to do this without his cock losing purchase inside me.

Wow.

He fisted a hand in my hair, tossed one of my legs around his ass, hauled the other one bent and up, tucking it tight to his side, and he put his lips to mine.

“Let’s get busy,” he growled.

“Oh yes,” I breathed.

He slanted his head and kissed me.

And then we got very, very, very, amazingly, magnificently, gloriously, ridiculously, dizzyingly, earth-shatteringly busy.

TWENTY-THREE

Easing Into It

Nadia

The first slap I endured was the cold hitting my body when the covers were pulled off me.

This woke me.

It was followed immediately by the second slap, which was a sharp, delicious smack to my butt cheek.

This made me groan.

Then I felt the bed depress at my hip as well as on my opposite side before Riggs said in my ear, “Wake up, honey, you got shit to do today.”

I forced my eyes open only to experience full-on daylight, and I turned my head to look up at him from where I lay in his bed, naked and on my stomach.

He was leaned into me wearing a faded red, long-sleeved thermal that he’d either purchased when he was fifteen, or it was designed to mold to his upper body like I’d often molded myself to it last night.

His hair was wet and slicked back with a comb.

And every inch I could see was yummy, and I now knew in reality, that was an indisputable fact.

“You’ve…showered?” I mumbled.

“Got my kid up, fed, to school, came back and took a run, and now I’m hauling your lazy ass out of bed.”

This was impossible.

I didn’t know when I finally passed out last night, seeing as I lost track of time due to his body being a wonderland (I know it was cliché, but the description was apropos), his entire bed an amusement park, and his giving me an extravagant amount of the best orgasms I’d had in my life.

But I was pretty sure when I’d passed out, first, it was very late (or very early in the morning), and second, I’d done it while I was mid-kissing Riggs.

How was he up and…

Moving?

I was faintly sore all over (in a nice way) and one part of me was gently throbbing (in a fabulous way), and I wasn’t sure I could move.

I tested this and reached for the covers, pulled them around my body and up over my chest as I expended the supreme effort of pushing up to a forearm in bed.

“Are you for real?” I asked.

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