Page 117 of The Most Perfect Wrong

I grin, loving the way she takes charge. There’s something so damn sexy about her when she’s demanding. I do as I’m told, settling onto the bed.

She straddles me, unhooking her bra and tossing it across the room. “He can have that too,” she mutters, her lips crushing into mine as she grinds against me. Jesus Christ, she’sirresistible. The way her mouth moves over mine, the way her body fits so perfectly against me—I never stood a chance. She walked into my life and took me by the balls back in Newport, and I’ve been hers ever since.

I grin against her mouth, unable to help myself. “You’re the sexiest fucking woman in the world.”

“Shut up,” she whispers, her breath hot against my lips. “More touching, less talking.”

Her hands slide down, shoving her pants and underwear off. She positions herself over me, sinking down onto my dick, and we both groan at the connection. She moves with purpose, her hips rolling in perfect rhythm as I match her pace.

“Make me forget about him, Ryan,” she murmurs, her lips brushing my jaw, her voice trembling with emotion.

My grip tightens on her ass as I sit up slightly, flipping her onto her back with one swift motion. I hover over her, my eyes locked on hers.

“Challenge accepted.” I lean into her ear. “I’m going to make you come so hard, babe, you won’t even remember his name when I’m through with you.”

I trail kisses down her torso, savoring every inch of her soft skin until I’m between her legs. My tongue flicks over her clit, teasing her, licking and tasting her like she’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever had. I stay there, relentless, until she’s trembling beneath me, her cries filling the room as I make her come not once, not twice, but three times.

When I’m finished, I flip her onto her stomach, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her ass to me. The sight of her, the erotic curve of her back, has me harder than ever. I grip her hips, sliding into her from behind.

She cries out, her voice ragged and desperate. “Jesus… Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me hard.”

She doesn’t need to ask me twice. I thrust into her, deep and hard, losing myself in her. She meets me with every movement, backing her ass into me, burying me deeper inside her.

I pull her up so we’re both kneeling, my chest pressed to her back. One hand grips her boob, kneading, while the other snakes around to her clit, stroking her in time with my thrusts.

“Fuck, Coop.”

This is so fucking hot.

The angle. The way one of her hands wraps up and around the back of my neck. Her loud moans and gasps. The view I have of her body. Her other hand trails over herself, teasing, touching, driving me crazy. I move her hair, damp with sweat, out of the way and press my lips to her neck. I nip at her shoulder, working my way up to her ear.

“It’s just you and me, babe,” I whisper, stroking her clit, my voice deep and steady.

“God, Ryan,” she moans, her voice desperate. “I’m so close.” Her hand brushes over mine, her hips moving urgently. “I’m going to come.”

She arches her back, her head pressing into my chest, and I feel her squeezing my dick as she comes undone. The sensation is too much, and I let go, pleasure tearing through me as I release into her. “Fuck,” I groan, my grip tightening on her as my body tenses with the intensity.

We ride the high together, her body soft and pliant against mine. She shifts, slipping off me and turning, meeting me with a passionate, unrestrained kiss. Our skin slides together, slick with sweat, as she pulls me down onto the bed with her, her legs wrapping around my hips. I prop myself on my forearms, hovering above her.

She laughs unexpectedly, her fingers combing through my hair. The sound is light, carefree, and it makes me smile.

“You’re the best, Ry. Seriously. The best,” she says, nipping at my bottom lip before cupping my cheek, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for that. There was something in it for me too.” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “And for the record—you’ll never need lingerie or toys with me. You’re fucking perfect just the way you are. But if you want them, I’m all for it.”

“Says the man with a six-pack and a giant penis,” she quips, grinning mischievously. “Wouldn’t it be amazing if what’s his name walked in right now? I kind of wish that would happen.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “Jesus, no. I wasn’t planning on dying today.”

Her eyes narrow. “But don’t you wish he could see this? Just a teensy, tiny bit?”

I grin, her smile making my chest tighten in the best way. “You’ve lost it.” I press my lips to hers. “Now let’s get cleaned up, so thatdoesn’thappen.”

“Okay, fine,” she relents, pulling me closer and stroking my cheek with her thumb. Her voice softens. “But seriously… thank you for taking a painful moment and sprinkling some good into it.”

“I just want you to be happy,” I say, giving her one more lingering kiss before we get up. I glance at the bed, my eyebrows raising. “Uh… shit, we might have a bit of a situation here. There’s… uh… remnants of sex on the sheets.”

“Good,” she says, grabbing her underwear and tossing it onto the bed. “He can have these too if he thinks they belong to him. Plus, I just want him to know we fucked here.” She pulls her pants up over her bare ass.

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