Page 51 of The Confidant

“Addie,” his body shudders as he groans.

“Poe,” I moan back. “You feel so good,cher. I missed you. Come home.”

He lets out a grunt, his lips twisting in a snarl as he grabs my hips and begins to pick up the pace. I can’t keep up.

He lifts me until he’s my only support, using his arms to slam me down onto him. All I can do is wiggle my hips and cry out every time I drop. My nails dig into his shoulders to keep myself steady as my head spins.

My body begins to tighten over him, an orgasm jumping higher for every thrust. I gasp and start spilling out all my secrets to him in a jumble of Cajun as I whine.

“Addie, siren,” he gasps, his fingers tightening over me. A shudder rolls down his spine, hard enough that I can feel it before he shouts my name.

We fall back onto the table as he cums, fighting to keep moving despite the knee-weakening pleasure.

My body accepts everything he has to give and clamps down to savor it. This orgasm locks my throat up as I strain to get more.

I’m holding him so tightly that we’re almost one person. His arms come up, one to cradle my head against his neck, the other to support my shoulders and get me even closer.

We’re a sweaty mess as we catch our breaths.

“Bed,” he mutters in a low grumble.

“Mm,” I make an unintelligible sound back, tightening my arms. This spot feels good enough to sleep in.

He lets out a weak laugh and leans up to see my face. My eyes meet his, a languid pulse moving through my heart at the affectionate look he gives me.

“No hard surfaces for sleeping, trash panda. Up we go.”

I pout as he pulls away from me. He has all the energy in the world as he straightens to look me over.

He nods to himself with the slightest smirk. Probably patting himself on the back for a job well done. I’d be pissed if I wasn’t so blissful and weak.

He discards the condom and grabs more from the floor.

“Come on,” he mutters and lifts me into a bridal carry.

The move makes me blink back into awareness as he moves through the apartment. He even flips the light off as he goes.

“You’ve been hereonce,” I mumble accusingly.

“And memorized it all so I could imagine fucking you on every surface,” he agrees with a smile. “Too bad you slept through it.”

“Bold man,” I scoff softly.

“Your man,” he rejoins and carefully sets me on the bed.

Thank God I found places for all the plushies.

He moves into the bathroom for a second and comes back in a hurry.

“Are you comfortable?”

I give him a hum that’s supposed to be a yes, and his return chuckle is slightly breathless.

Poe slides under the messy sheets and flings them away from us. I’m hot enough that I agree with the move.

I automatically shift onto my side, ready to snuggle up with a pillow and catch a nap.

After a few seconds, Poe follows me, wrapping an arm around my waist.

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