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“Me too.”

CHAPTER 15

CHANGE OF PLANS

One MonthLater

Jules

“Deeper, Omar, please,”I beg.

“Fuck, woman, I’m halfway to Timbuktu,” he grunts, his face contorted by effort and pleasure as he drills deeper and harder and faster.

The top of this table was cold when he lifted me onto it, folded me in half, and started fucking me. Now it’s warm and slick with my sweat, and I slide backward with every thrust. He lifts my legs so they lie flat on his chest and holds them there with one of his corded arms and holds my shoulder with the other so I can’t move.

“I love being inside your pussy so much, I could do this forever,” he groans with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted.

Those words work in conjunction with his body to break the dam holding the rush of pleasure that’s been raging for release.My orgasm is blistering and fast. My body bucks so violently that he has to fight to keep his grip on me.

I have no basis for comparison, but I can’t imagineanythingcan feel as good as sex with Omar does.

He grips my hips and slows down his thrusts, leans over me, and takes my mouth in a wet, deep kiss that’s as hungry as it is tender. I wrap my arms around him, holding him as he groans into my mouth. I feel the spurts of his cum inside me even through the condom, and I wonder if it’s possible to die from happiness.

He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving against mine, his weight delicious and comforting.

“Let’s stay here forever,” I sigh into his throat.

“My thoughts exactly.” He presses a kiss to my neck and lifts off me.

The slide of his softened penis out of my body is my least favorite thing in the world, but Omar is as careful about birth control as he is about everything else. As he walks to a small bathroom to dispose of the condom, I hop off the table and look around the cottage while I straighten my clothes.

It’s changed dramatically since the last time I saw it. The south-facing large bay window is the only thing that remains of the original structure. The rest of the light pours in through stained glass that’s replaced the clear glass in the small windows that line either side of the cottage. The walls that divided it into several rooms are all gone, and it’s one huge space. Long dark wood shelves line the freshly painted white walls. And the worktable in the center of the room where I’d just been perched is bigger than my entire kitchen.

I could swear the surface of it is topped with the gold-flecked white quartz I picked out at the store. But it’s been a minute, so my memory may be playing tricks on me. I walk back to get acloser look when the bathroom door opens behind me. “Did you go back and order this?”

He comes to stand beside me, hands on his hips and a very pleased smile on his face as he surveys the space. “Nope. Ordered it on the same day.”

“You did?”

“Yup. For this cottage.”

“And what are you going to do with it?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

“How could I? You pounced on me as soon as I got here. Not that I’m complaining.” I nudge his hip.

His smile turns sheepish. “Yeah, I’ve missed you.”

I melt at that boyish smile of his and wrap my arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I missed you, too. Work has been crazy busy. This is the first night all week I left there before seven.” I cast an approving glance over the room. “But I seeyou’vebeen busy. It looks great.”

“Yeah, put those up myself.” He nods at the three rows of wooden shelving running along two walls.

“And you still haven’t told me what you’re doing with it.”

“Well, I was thinking it could be a workshop.”

“For what?”

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