Page 84 of Only Fate

“It’s habit.” I blow out a breath and fight the urge to re-cover myself.

Stop it, Essie.

This is Adrian.

Your Adrian.

With his eyes locked on mine, he slowly moves the sheet down farther.

My heart pounds when he brushes his hand over my scarred skin, so similar to how he did last night. As he lowers it between my legs, I bite my lip. When it slips beneath my panties I’d put on before we went to sleep last night, all traces of my insecurities vanish.

“You’re soaked,” he whispers, dragging a finger through my wetness.

Rising to his knees, he positions himself between my thighs. He smiles up at me, dragging my panties down, and lowers his mouth to my clit. He gently sucks on it, and my knees buckle.

As his fingers slip inside me, my eyes flutter shut, and my head rolls back in pleasure. I feel him slide farther down the bed on his stomach, and he pulls my thighs over his shoulders.

A charge of excitement I’ve never felt speeds through me as he starts fingering and eating me out.

“You make me feel so good,” I moan.

That causes him to finger me faster.

His slow pace is gone, and he fingers me harder while groaning against my core.

My heels press into his back as I fight to hold back my body’s pleasure. I want this to last forever.

“Let go, baby,” he says, his words hardly audible.

Ecstasy courses through me as I shout his name.

As I come down from my high, he keeps licking and gently stroking me. He carefully lowers my legs from his shoulders. They fall slack against the bed, as if I’ve lost all control over them.

My body has never felt so tired yet full of life.

Adrian pretty much ate all the energy out of me this morning.

Goose bumps prick my skin as he moves up my body and presses his face against my neck.

He softly sucks on my skin and whispers, “I can’t count how many times I’ve thought of you as the most beautiful person on this planet. And now that I’ve seen all of you, I know I was right. You’re perfection, Essie.”

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“Thank you, Foster.” I end the call with him and stroll into the kitchen where Essie fusses with her espresso machine.

She’s dressed in a loose tank top and shorts that barely cover her ass.

Shorts that are officially my favorite pair in the world.

I could sit here for hours and watch her ass jiggle in them.

Biting into my lip, I feel on top of the world from last night.

I’m fucking in love with this woman.

I told her in college, but that feels like centuries ago.

Even though I think the feeling is mutual, I’m afraid of scaring her off.

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