Page 122 of Score on You

Through the clouds of lust, I notice Ridge’s attention is fixed on a spot over my shoulder. It’s only then I remember we’re on display at every angle. The mirror straight ahead provides a direct view of him looking back at me. He returns the awe in my expression, a smirk waiting on his lips.I keep my gaze forward, which allows me to witness what’s happening from behind.

His fingers lewdly part my bottom cheeks, exposing where we’re joined. He uses that grip on me to slow our frenzied pace. “Look how we fit.”

I moan at the visual of our bodies becoming one. A spasm ripples through me, clenching my inner muscles. Ridge falters at the pressure.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

That response encourages me to repeat the clamping action. “I love how you feel inside of me.”

It’s obscene how such a thick shaft slides easily inside of me. His manhood glistens from how stimulating I find the improbability to be. Our difference in size should be a challenge, but it only brings us closer. That point is punctuated into fact as I watch him fill me to the brim again.

I can’t remove my eyes from the erotic performance we’re putting on. Every movement is caught in explicit definition.Even my puckered hole is visible, and I absently wonder if he could ever fit there. But that’s a curiosity for another day. Right now, we’re chasing our pleasure to new heights.

Our reflection urges me on. I watch while Ridge fights for restraint. Climax hovers within reach. Our tempo works faster to deliver us to the peak. That push and pull flows directly to the demand gaining momentum.

I get swept away in our passion, unsure where he ends and I begin. Tingles collect strength and propel outward. Surrender is mine to give and I fling myself over the edge.

A soundless scream parts my lips. Ridge’s shout could punch a hole in the roof. Trembles vibrate through me and ripple into him. We latch onto each other as the flood washes over us. The calm that follows sends me floating down until the room stops spinning.

Our sticky foreheads meet to keep us upright as we catch our breath. My grin kisses his. Ridge loops his arms around me as we bask in our simultaneous orgasms.

I slump against his chest in a useless heap. “That was… satisfying. Better than eggs and bacon.”

His laughter fluffs my hair. “Still hungry?”

My stomach chooses that moment to growl. “I could be convinced to have seconds.”

Ridge stands, managing to keep us connected. “Let’s see what I can do to you in the kitchen.”

Callie glances over at her purse again. That’s the fifth time in three minutes. I quit polishing the glass in my hand to give her my full attention. She doesn’t notice, too preoccupied with her bag on the neighboring stool.

“You look suspicious,” I tell her.

“Me?” Callie points at herself.

“Do you see anyone else capable of captivating me on a constant basis?”

She doesn’t bother checking our surroundings. Roosters closed half an hour ago. The room emptied of the last stragglers not too long after. Her ass wiggles on the seat, as if she can’t sit still.

I toss the towel over my shoulder and prop an elbow on the bar, putting us inches apart. “What’s up, sweetness?”

“I have something to show you.” The statement rushes out of her in a whoosh.

“Are you hoarding cherry cobbler?”

“As if I could get away with that. You gobble every bite the moment it’s out of the oven.”

“But you’re hiding something. Should I be concerned?” A tightness spears into me.

Callie giggles, which eases my mind. Her hand dives into the depths of her purse, pulling out a hardcover journal. There’s a tremble in her fingers as she passes it to me across the counter. “Here.”

I study the nondescript cover that reveals nothing of the contents. The bulging size is slightly suspect. “What’s this?”

She shoots me a flat stare. “It’s not going to bite you.”

“Can’t be too sure,” I mumble.

“You’ve only been asking for a peek at what I’m crafting since we started dating.”

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