Page 22 of Kian

“I do look in the mirror, but all I see is a stranger staring backat me,” he confessed with a chuckle.

“A handsome stranger,” she corrected, causing them both to laugh.

“You’re avoiding the question,” Kian teased.

“I already told you, I’m divorced,” Gretchen replied with a shrug. “No concrete reason, we just drifted apart. We’re still friends though. We fell in love in ninth grade.” She shook her head with a small smile. “As soon as we graduated, we got married and my mother had a fit.” She chuckled at the memory. “But I assured her I knew what I was doing.” Her expression turned rueful. “I didn’t.”

Kian joined in her laughter. “Mothers always know best.”

“They do,” Gretchen agreed with a sigh. “I hope your mother is okay, she must be worried about you.”

“And my dad too,” Kian added, shaking his head. “I can feel it inside me that they’re both still living.”

They gazed at each other across the room until Kian pushed off from the counter and slowly made his way toward her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her lips before meeting her gaze again.

“Gretchen...” he trailed off.

“What?” she asked curiously.

He took a deep breath before confessing, “I want to kiss you.”

Gretchen shook her head slightly, but Kian let out a disappointed sigh and turned away from her. Just as he did, she reached out and touched his arm gently.

“I want that too,” she admitted before continuing softly, “I am so attracted to you—”

Without hesitation, Kian pulled her to him, using his left arm, and pressed his lips to hers in a passionate kiss. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he deepened the kiss even further. He slowly lifted his lips, put his forehead against hers, looked into her eyes.

“I want you so much,” he whispered.

“I want you too.”

Kian smiled when she took his hand, led him through the living room and toward her bedroom.

The anticipation was electric between them, their bodies humming with desire. He kicked the door open with a loud thud and watched her climb onto the bed. He lay down beside her. His hands roamed over her body, tracing every curve and contour with a hungry intensity. The pain in his arm was nothing to the want and need he had for her.

He tugged at the hem of her T-shirt, pulling it up over her head and revealing her bare breasts. He watched her bite her lip as he ran his fingers along the edge of her lounge pants, teasing her with feather-light touches.

Kian quickly pulled them off, dropped them to the floor, and his cock grew harder in response.

She scooted up on the bed, inviting him to explore every inch of her body. He slid his tongue up her legs then buried his face between her thighs, inhaling her musky scent before flicking his tongue over her clitoris.

She moaned loudly, as he pleased her. She cried out as she came, pleasure washing over her body and leaving her trembling with desire. He kissed his way up her body, kissed her breasts, took a nipple into his mouth, then slid his lips up her chin to her lips. He settled between her thighs and stopped.

“Shit,” he swore.

“What?”

“No condom.”

“I have some.”

“Wait. What? Why do you have condoms?”

“Later. Get one out of the nightstand. Please.”

Kian opened the drawer, saw the box, removed a condom and set it on the table. He stood, quickly stripped off his clothes, revealing his thick cock standing at attention. He rolledthe condom on, then moved over her, positioned himself and pushed inside with one swift motion.

She gasped as he filled her completely, stretching her walls and sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout them. He groaned when she wrapped her legs around his waist. They moved together in perfect rhythm, their bodies becoming one as they lost themselves in each other.

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