Page 33 of Commander

We remained still as Samina backed out of the room and closed the door behind her.

“Well that was awkward,” I said, not sure whether to be mortified my sister-in-law had caught me fucking her brother, or laugh.

“She deserves it after the number of times I’ve walked in on her and Devin fucking in some random corner of a building. At least we were in our bedroom.”

Our bedroom.

Dear God, we’d made love in our bedroom. This was no longer the off-limits place I’d done my best to avoid. I belonged in here as much as he did.

Ashur dropped his head against my shoulder as he steadied his breathing. His cock was still hard and pulsing inside me.

My core contracted, and Ashur lifted his head and grinned.

“Want more, do you?”

“Maybe.”

A smile touched my lips as he leaned down and glided his mouth alone mine in soft and gentle passes. I lost myself in him, enjoying his tender kiss. I wanted more, like what we had when we were kids.

All of a sudden, a tinge of panic hit me. This was too intimate, too believable.

What the fuck was I getting myself into?

I broke our kiss and whispered, “We have to stop. Our families are waiting.”

Ashur studied me for a second, running a thumb down my throat, making my pulse jump.

“I suppose you’re right,” he said as he reluctantly pulled from my body and stepped back.

Almost immediately I missed the feel of him, the weight of him, inside me and on me.

He reached over to the side table, grabbed a few facial tissues, and then handed them to me. Not saying a word, I took them from him and slid off the bed. The slick wetness that coated my thighs brought forth a sense of sadness and want.

I would have his child. I may not conceive today, but soon, and then what?

I wiped his cum from my skin and then tugged my skirt back into place as I walked toward his bathroom.

I couldn’t help but gawk as I stepped into the ornate bathroom. This room was extravagant and something out of a magazine.

“I know it’s over the top, but you’ll get used to it,” Ashur said as he followed me inside.

His cock was still hard and jutted out past his bellybutton. His muscular thighs flexed with each step toward me.

A spasm of desire coursed through my body. I was horny and desperate for release again.

I took all of one time to turn me into a nymphomaniac, thinking about the next time I could get his cock inside me.

I blew out an unsteady breath. This was going to be a long evening.

Our gazes locked in the mirror over the sink. Lust and need filled his eyes, and his erection had grown harder.

“Looks like I’ll need at least another time to take the edge off.”

Moving to the sink, I turned on the water and washed my hands. “We can’t.”

I dried my hands on the towel hanging from the wall hook and tried to check my makeup. Something that was impossible to do with a very aroused man behind me, who I wanted to fuck me again.

“Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you right now.” He braced an arm on either side of the counter around me. “Tell me while we’re entertaining the wedding party, you aren’t going to think about the slide of my cock inside you or the orgasms you know I can give you.”

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