Page 67 of The Art of Deception

“Fuck, Tomi, that was so hard to watch you come undone like that and at the same time try to control myself.”

My eyes slowly open as I pant. I glance at him through my lashes, my nails digging into his chest while I grin. “Don’t control yourself anymore,” I murmur, still out of breath.

He groans as his eyes light up, his hands move to my hips, lifting me slightly as his cock pops up below me, moving into place. I edge myself on top of him as the tip of his head slides against my slickened opening.

I need him, so fucking bad right now.

I’ve needed him for so long.

I was just too stubborn to see it.

Edging down on top of him, his thickness sliding inside of me makes us both groan at the welcoming feeling. My eyes instantly lock onto his as I slip all the way down. He fills me completely, and it’s like I’m finally back right where I’m meant to be. We still for a moment, just reveling in the fact we’re joined again after so long apart, panting for breath at the feeling as one of his hands moves up to caress my aching-for-him breast.

He rolls my nipple in his fingers, sending a tingle down my spine as I begin to move up and down on him at a slow and steady rhythm. Nothing but our rushed and frantic breathing. We know we have to be quiet, but it’s so damn hard. The fact we need to do this silently is kind of adding to the kink of it all.

It makes it all the more intoxicating.

His hand squeezes my sensitive breast hard, making a small whimper erupt from my mouth as I bite down on my bottom lip. I grind down on him as payback. We rock in unison, the pleasure building and rising to a place I know we’re both going to enjoy. My nails clamp into his skin. I want to leave my mark on him, and it instantly pushes a low groan from his throat. I love that noise—it’s so deep and husky that it almost makes me come on the spot.

He thrusts up inside of me, and my eyes meet his. It’s like we finally see, knowing that our time apart did nothing but cement how much we care about each other. Yes, there are things we need to work on, but being together and working on this is all that matters in the end. We have a family now, and as we rock together, the connection we share sends a wave of adrenaline through the room. It’s like all the stars align, and the foggy clouds disappear, letting only the beautiful rays of sun shine through.

I can see it, our bright future together.

It might be hard—nothing comes easy—but with work, determination, and a partnership from both of us, we can do anything we set our minds to.

We can do this.

He’s the right guy for me.

For my family.

He pushes up, and I push down, making him hit the right spot. I moan as he massages my breast, feeling the rush begin to take hold. My muscles start to tense, my back arches, pushing me onto him further. He tenses up as well. He’s close, so I try to keep my movements going to get him there. A cold sweat invades my body as I move up and down. I clench my eyes as his hands grip me tighter. My body shudders in utter pleasure that wracks through me.

One last thrust, and he sends me over the edge, fireworks exploding behind my eyes as my pussy clenches so firmly I might squeeze the life out of him. With a final gasp, I climax.

He stills, his cock pulsating as he groans, unloading his hot cum inside of me.

I exhale, feeling utterly spent as I lean down, pressing my lips to his languidly, kissing him through our afterglow. His hands slide up my naked back, holding me as we kiss like we have but a pittance of energy left to spare. His hands come up, smoothing the hair away from my face as I pull back, gazing into his eyes.

“I’ll never get used to that,” he murmurs.

I raise my brow. “What?”

“How you can make every time with you feel like the first. You take my breath away, Tomi.”

I lean down slowly, kissing him again. “Because we’re meant to be, Xander.”

His hand comes up, caressing me again. “Yeah… we are.”

I stare into his eyes for a second before slowly rolling off him. The pent-up energy inside of me required a release, and it’s niceto feel relaxed for a moment as I fall back to the bed.

He leans up on his elbow, glancing down at me, his fingers gently trailing up my stomach as he smiles, letting me catch my breath, then he leans down, pressing his lips to mine gently.

Xander pulls back, licking his lips. “I’ll move my stuff in on the weekend.”

The thought warms my heart. “I’d like that.”

He scrunches his face a little. “I don’t want my money to make you feel like you’re incapable, Tomi. Please don’t think about it like that.”

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