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With her wetness still coating my lips, taste still on my tongue, I move up her body and take her mouth, thrusting my tongue deep within it while her orgasm still lingers. I want to share with her, show her how fucking delicious she is.

When we are both breathless, I pull back until I’m on my knees between her wide-open legs. I wrap my hand around my hard cock, the slit already beaded with pre-cum, and fist it a couple of times before I run the head over her swollen pussy lips. The contact pushes me close, too close, so I grasp hold of her hips, line up the head of my cock at her wet pink entrance and plunge deep inside her in one quick, swift movement.

“Gabe…” she gasps against my lips at the exact same moment I call out her name when struck by the reality of how fucking perfect she fits around my cock.

“Jesus,” I growl as I pull back and slowly slide back into her. I need the fucking God of lost souls to save me from being totally consumed by this woman.

I can’t hold back any longer, so I pick up the pace, thrusting into her seeking exactly what I want. It’s not fucking long before the knowing sensation hits low in my belly, so with one hand firmly on her hip, I slide the other between us and find her clit. I pinch the hard nub between my fingers firmly while still rutting into that perfect pussy of hers. My balls tighten up at the same time her back rises up off the bed, and she comes on my cock. I fill her with my hot cum.

We both lay side by side on top of the sheets, exhausted, but as soon as I gain clarity, I turn to face Oriana.

“Are you okay?” I ask with concern. Have I pushed her too far, was this a fucking stupid thing to do? In my mind, the answer is undoubtedly yes. But I still can’t stop myself from eyeing every flush and dewy curve of her sensual body.

“You need to ask?” she sniggers breathlessly. “Two orgasms. Two.” She raises her hand, two fingers sticking up, and waves them in my direction. “I’m more than okay, I’m fucking euphoric and if I wasn’t so tired, I’d be asking for a third to make sure that I’m not still knocked out and it was all just a crazy sex dream playing out my fantasies.”

“You fantasize about me?” I roll fully onto my side so I can get a better look at her. Her eyes are closed, her swollen lips parted as she takes in air. She rolls towards me, instantly she winces as it catches the injured side of her head but soon recovers.

“What red blooded woman wouldn’t?” she replies, staring back at me. “You know you’re hot.”

“Maybe.” I smirk back at her. “What I do know is that I need a shower.” I push up off the bed and then add. “And you need to sleep.”

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Oriana

Before Stone takes his tight tush to the bathroom, the one that is so perfect and has my eyes glued to, as he walks away, he asks me if I need more painkillers.

I decline because even though my body aches, I can’t separate what is from the attack or from the amazing sex we’ve just had. Not that we’ve been overzealous with our antics, but hell, it’s been a while since I had my legs apart for any length of time. Not to mention the soreness between my legs. Now I didn’t want to be zoned out with pain relief because it’s proof that it wasn’t all just an illicit dream.

Stone has fucked me, and fucked me hard.

I try to avoid the one-million-pound question running around my head like a rampant rabbit, but it keeps forcing its way to the front of my mind.

What’s going to happen now?

I’ll wait until Stone has finished his shower, and ask him where we go from here, but however much I try to fight it, I get pulled into oblivion.

* * *

I wake startled,the image of the hooded attacker still vivid in my mind. The room is still dark, not a slither of light can be seen through the window blinds. It must still be the middle of the night. Stone’s arm is thrown over my body, the palm of his hand laid flat against my stomach. The front of his firm body is a perfect fit against my back as he cradles me in his naked warmth. The delicious sensation of skin on skin and the lingering ache between my legs makes my tummy flip. But as reality unfolds in my mind, so do the doubts that demolish any prior feelings of contentment.

One could focus on the fact that we are in bed together after having the most amazing sex ever. That the kisses we shared were mind-blowing, but in reality, it was just a heat of the moment, one time only event that he had made quite clear would never happen again.

In truth, the only reason he’s still beside me is that it’s his bed, and he was keeping a close eye on me. It was a no-brainer, simple as that.

Then again. Why didn’t he at least put some boxers on, a T-shirt maybe, slept on top of the sheets? He could have found somewhere else to sleep if he really wanted to.

Did he want to? Or was this his usual pattern of behavior when he slept with one of the club whores. It’s possible that he stayed the night with them because he’d be out so late sometimes that I had no idea what time he’d got in.

The thought of him being in one of those skanky women’s bed makes my blood boil. Damn, I need to get that image right out of my head.

Who am I kidding? In his eyes, I’m just the same as all the other quick fucks he’s had before. Problem is, I’m the nanny.

Second problem is I’m pretty sure I was falling for Stone even before he fucked me. Third, is not that he’s ruined me as he warned, but I have ruined it for us all. I can’t work here anymore. I can’t stand on the sideline and watch him go to be with one of the club whores when all the while wanting it to be me that he’s fucking.

I love Sasha more than I thought possible in such a short time, but better now than later when she’s too attached.

I slowly lift his arm and start to slide myself from under it, but he groans out in disapproval and curls his arm back around me. I wait until his breathing evens out before I try again. When I manage to get free, I grab the T-shirt from the floor where I’d flung it and pull it over my head. My body aches, but my heart aches more as I move silently to the door and slip out into the hallway.

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