Page 150 of Unexpected Redemption

Unlike earlier today in the bunk room, the flashing lights are from fireworks of bliss and not the light switch.

I think.

His familiar grunts and groans signal his release, and he swells inside me. My fluttering pussy clamps on to his cock, aching to be filled with his essence.

“Lettie,fuuuck.”

My channel grows slicker with each pulse of his orgasm as he coats me with his liquid heat. The fact that he’s rasping my name as he climaxes gives me another wave of rapture. I’ve always loved when he’s vocal. Music to my ears.

The sexy kind.

As he floods my core, he slips inside of me faster, prolonging my orgasm.

Soglad we got rid of condoms. I’llnevergrow tired of feeling the evidence of our mutual release mingling and filling me up.

As my breath steadies and my leg lowers to the floor, said evidence quickly makes its way down my thighs.

Okay. Not sure I’m a fan of that.

Curse you, gravity.

Tomer recaptures my wayward thoughts, joining our lips for a tender kiss. Adoring me with soft pecks and gentle nips. Pulling an inch away, he hits me with those rapturous turquoise eyes, always so much more vibrant after we’ve made love. He strokes my hair and tucks it behind one ear.

My heart couldn’t be fuller.

“I love you,” I tell him.

He shakes his head, dragging his teeth over his lower lip. “I can’t get enough of you saying those words, sugar bear.”

After one more kiss, he scoops me up unexpectedly, drawing a squeak out of me. He carries me to the bathroom, nuzzling his face into the curve of my neck and kissing my collar.

Swoon.

I wish there were something I could give him in return to convey how much he means to me.

He turns on the shower after pulling off his shirt in that sexy way guys do, reaching over his head to tug it from behind. No clue why they do that, but it’s fucking hot. My nipples, still hard with arousal, stiffen even more. However, my knees turn to gelatin, trembling and threatening to buckle.

Damn. You know the sex is good when it leaves you quaking.

“Babe, can we take a bath instead? Not sure I trust my legs to hold me up long enough for an entire shower.”

A shit-eating grin molds itself to his expression. He’s clearly proud of his performance in the hall.

He answers while shutting off the shower faucet. “Bubbles?”

“How about a nice bath bomb?” I ask hopefully, inching toward the closet where I keep my stash.

“Whatever my sugar bear wants, she gets.”

Giddy as a prairie dog at the start of spring, I sashay the rest of the way and make my selection, then get our respective shampoos and shower gels.

A couple of minutes later, we’re cozy in a fizzy bath as the scent of lavender fills the steamy air.

Like always, he attempts to dote on me, grabbing my bath sponge to clean me.

“Nope. Not tonight, babe. No, siree.”

He quirks his head to the side, resembling an adorable puppy dog, wide eyes and all.

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