Page 45 of Tangled Trust

Before I know it, Ella is on the counter, and her nightie is on the floor beside her panties and my shorts. I thrust myself into her wetness, and the ecstasy I feel is indescribable. My exciting lover throws back her head as I thrust in and out of her with a driving force. I take her nipple into my mouth and nibble softly on it as she digs her nails into my back and writhes with pleasure.

I wrap my arms around her beautiful upper body to give me control of her movements. We slow down for a moment. Deep, slow, deliberate movements. Ella’s eyes are dreamy and smokey. She doesn’t move her gaze from me for a moment while we make passionate love. What is this power she holds over me? I’m bewitched.

I can’t wait a moment longer. I must have what I desire, and I must have it right now or I'll go mad, so I pick her up, wrap her legs around my waist, and walk her over to the wall. I’m driving hard into Ella, and she’s loving it.

The passion I have for Ella that has been building up inside of me for months is pushing its way to a boiling point. I can feel my orgasm rolling to a head. My legs are weak, and my body tingles as I climax. I shudder with its intensity and am barely able to hold up my lover as I ride the wave of ecstasy.

Ella is right there with me. Together, we’re staking claim to the age-old prize that passionate lovemaking delivers.

Ella rests her head on my shoulder while she’s suspended in mid-air. I don’t want to let go of her, so I keep her there for a few moments longer. I remain in the warmth of my lover’s perfect body for as long as I can before I place her gently on the floor.

We kiss again. It’s incredible. Ella is incredible.

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I open my eyes and stretch out in bed. It’s morning, and the California sun is out. Was it a dream? Did I really make love to Ella in my kitchen last night, or am I caught up in a strange chickenpox virus-driven delirium?

I know it’s real when I can smell her scent on my skin. Ah, shit. What have I done?

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ELLA

Iwant to shout his name from the rooftops. I want to bury my head in the sand and pray that my guilt is buried alongside it. But, mostly, I want to manhandle Carter once more in a passionate embrace and make love to him like there’s no tomorrow.

What have you done, you fool? There’s no coming back from this.

Okay, so throwing myself shamelessly at my boss and bonking him senseless was a tad foolish. But I wasn’t the one who started it. Not that I was entirely blameless in the act. If I'm honest, one would struggle to find a more enthusiastic participant. But, holy crap! What a night.

Now it’s morning, and I’m not sure what to do next. Do I greet my boss and pretend that it never happened? I could hide out in my room today. Jagger is at school until late today, so technically, I’m not required to make my presence known. Ugh! What a fine mess. I can only imagine what Anna would say if she knew. It's better I keep it to myself. Am I dying to tell her, though?

No, Ella. Not a good idea.

I manage to skulk about the entire morning without bumping into the man who made my toes curl in sexual bliss.

It’s time to fetch Jagger from school and take him to music practice. I love listening to him belt out tunes while he practices the drums. He’s so cute.

"You sing beautifully, sweetheart," I praise him once his lesson is over.

"Did you like my drum solo?" he grins.

"I loved it. You’re very good."

"I want to be in a band when I’m older," he says enthusiastically. "Like the Stray Kids."

"Wow. That’s cool."

I’m not sure who he’s referring to, but I’m sure they must be all the rage.

"Can we stop for ice cream, Ella? P.L.E.A.S.E?"

"How can I say no to such a cutie? Okay. But just one scoop. We don’t want to spoil your appetite."

"Okay."

After wolfing down ice cream, it’s time to get Jagger ready for his mom’s pickup. I still haven’t seen Carter. But, as they say, all good things must come to an end, and around 6 p.m., while I’m on my way to the kitchen, I walk smack bang into the very person I’ve successfully avoided all day.

"Hey," he says as I nearly knock him over, "where’s the fire?"

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