Page 60 of Unexpected Redemption

Maybe. I’m unsure because I’m short of breath and rapidly spiraling toward a delicious climax.

He pumps his fingers harder into me. “I left my wallet in my desk for the mission. No condom on me.”

My lips roll in a pout as I fight off a moan. “So sick of those.”

“You want me to fuck you bare and fill you with my cum, Lettie?”

My eyes spring open, searching his face to see if he’s serious.

He grins at me. “You like that idea, don’t you? You’re clenching around my fingers and grinding faster against my hand.”

Words don’t exist to describe how right he is.

“Not here,” I insist while nodding to confirm I do like it. “Later, we can talk about that.”

That settles it.Definitelywant to get on birth control. I need to have him with nothing between us and feel his release drench my insides.

Fucking hell. That’s so hot.

“Yes, ma’am. Later then. As for now, be my good girl andquietlycome for me.”

After that order—one I’m powerless to resist—he slams his lips to mine, smacking and lapping at my mouth with a renewed determination.

His hands go to work, expertly toying at my clit with his thumb and thrusting those fingers inside me. No clue how many he has in there right now. Could be one or four. I’m awash with euphoria. He adds an upward curl on each backward stroke, tapping my G-spot.

My eyes roll to the back of my skull, and tingles shoot out from my pussy in all directions. A keening sound starts in the back of my throat, racing to get free. I pinch my lips shut to keep quiet. If I make too much noise, he might stop.

And then I’ll surely cease to exist. I’m so freaking close to exploding that stopping now will kill me.

Give me orgasm, or give me death.

“Gotta be quiet, Lettie baby.” He slants his lips back over mine, greedily drinking up my pleasure-filled cries as I spasm around his fingers.

The darkness behind my eyelids flashes red, blue, purple, and orange. A prism of light, spinning and twirling throughspace in waves that match the pleasure pulsating throughout my body.

“Mmm,” he moans into my mouth.

Knowing that my climax pleases him prolongs my delicious high. He doesn’t stop until he’s rung every drop of pleasure out of me.

The sound of air whistling in and out of my lungs fills the room. His breath is almost as ragged as mine. His face might shine with more bliss, though. That’s fascinating, considering how thorough that orgasm was. Again, with penetration.

While that particular problem isn’ttotallyfixed, I’m certainly on my way back to normal. I get giddy when I climax without overthinking it or him having to expend boatloads of energy to make it happen. This time, I was simply so wrapped up in the moment that no nagging fears could penetrate my lust-addled brain.

He presses a chaste kiss to my lips as he removes his finger from my body and panties, leaving me bereft.

My lashes flicker as I reluctantly open my eyes. I long to soak in these tender moments with him forever.

He kisses the tip of my nose before pulling back. “Thank you.”

“Hey, that’s my line,” I tease. “And why are you thanking me? I just spread my legs while you rang my devil’s doorbell.”

His lips flatten as he holds back a laugh. “You’re nuts, Violet Holt.” He slants his head to the side, eyes flickering to the ceiling. “And that might explain why you love me.”

“Hush your mouth when you’re talking shit about yourself.”

We laugh softly, contentment surrounding us.

In the back of my mind, I still can’t figure out why he’s the one acting all grateful. “Seriously, why were you thanking me?”

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