Page 112 of Game Changer

“For me, too.” I run a finger over his brow.

“You can suck me off when we goto your apartment,” he offers that compromise. “After I eat you out. Deal?”

Since the plan is to go there before the day ends, I nod silently.

He wastes no time in grabbing a condom package from his bedside table before it’s ripped open, and he’s sheathing his cock.

He crawls back onto the bed. With a simple kiss to the top of my mound, he flips me over. “You’re going to feel this so deep.”

I squirm. “That’s how I want it.”

He drags me closer to him, propping me up on my knees as he does. “I fucking love you.”

My response gets stuck in my throat as I feel him slide the crown of his cock over my core before he pushes inside. A hissing sound falls from his lips, filling the silent air.

Each thrust is harder than the last. I moan through them all, knowing that I’ll come fast.

“Jesus, you’re everything,” he says hoarsely. “I won’t fucking last. It’s all too good.”

Tears pepper my cheeks as he drives his cock into me deeper and harder than he ever has before.

“You’re mine,” he whispers into the air. “You’re mine forever.”

That sends me over the edge into a blindingly intense orgasm. I twist beneath him, the pleasure rolling through my body, dictating my movements.

He holds my hips in place with both hands, pushing me into the bed. “So close. I’m so fucking close.”

He finally lets go with a sound I’ve never heard before coming from him. It’s a deep-seated moan wrapped around my name.

It’s a sound I’ll never forget.

I feel his lips on my shoulder as he kisses my skin softly. “You’re incredible. I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of you.”

I close my eyes and relish in his words. Regardless of how many days I have left on this earth, I’ll never get enough of him, either.

* * *

Hours later,I twist in a tight circle in the center of my small apartment. “What do you think?”

William’s gaze doesn’t leave my face. “I love it.”

“Me or the apartment?” I question with a sly smile.

“Both,” he answers with no hesitation. “If you feel safe here, I love that for you.”

“I feel safe,” I admit to him and myself for the first time. “It’s been my oasis. I’ve recovered from heartbreak here. It’s not perfect, but the space offers me something I desperately needed when things blew up with Thad.”

“Solace.”

“Yes,” I say, not surprised that he understood that.

“You know I’m going to ask you to come live with me at some point, Opal.”

I anticipated as much. This is all moving at warp speed, but his declaration doesn’t shock me. “I will at some point.”

“Until then, you’re welcome to live in the Brooklyn apartment.”

That does surprise me, and it shows. I stare at him with my mouth agape.

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