Page 83 of Claim to Fame

“I can’t,” she said.

“One more.” He took both of her wrists in one hand and dropped the other between them, pressing gently low on her belly. She shuddered beneath him, her thighs shaking. “See, sweetheart? You have one more in you. Your body knows what to do. You just have to let go for me.”

He could see her debating with herself as her orgasm gathered with each stroke, could see the tinge of fear as her body barreled towards yet another climax.

“I’ve got you, Han. I’ll never give you more than you can take,” he promised, maintaining his slow rhythm, building the inexorable tide of pleasure within her. His thumb slid lower, skating over her swollen clit and she inhaled sharply, her upper body arching off the bed. “One more, and then I promise, I’ll fill you up, sweet girl, just the way you like.”

Her hips lifted off the bed, angling into his touch. “I’m so close. Don’t stop,” she moaned.

“No danger of that,” he said. Beneath his thumb, her clit throbbed, so he pressed harder, his palm against her belly.

She shattered beneath him with a strangled sob, her body going taut before shaking wildly as she soaked his hand, his cock. He emptied himself inside her, chanting her name over and over until he fell forward against her, hoarse and exhausted. Her inner muscles clenched around him again and again, each one sending an aftershock through him.

“That was more than three,” she whispered when he slid from inside her and gathered her against his chest.

He hummed in agreement.

She snuggled against him, burying her face against his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Give me a minute to get feeling back in my legs and then we can go out.”

“There’s no rush, sweetheart. We have time.”

Within minutes, Hannah’s breath slowed to the deep, rhythmic cadence of sleep. Ethan brushed the hair back from her face, and studied the upturned end of her nose, her kiss-swollen lips, the line of her throat, and he knew he would happily spend the rest of his life watching her sleep.

On the bedside table, his phone buzzed to life and he lunged to answer it before it woke Hannah. “Hello?” he whispered without checking the caller ID first.

“Ethan Henry Hart, are you avoiding your own mother on your birthday?”

“Hi, Mom. I was going to call,” he whispered.

“When? On your next go round the sun? I labored for sixteen hours for you, Ethan, the least you can do is return your mother’s calls.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Why are you whispering? Oh! Does this have anything to do with the young woman staying with you?”

Ethan glanced over to where Hannah had snuggled into the pillows, the sheet barely covering her round backside. “I take it my daughter ratted me out.”

His mother tsked. “No, she kept your secret. Dot Blumenthal, however…”

He should have known the grandma gang couldn’t be trusted.

“So, who is she?”

“She’s…” He skated his free hand over the dip of Hannah’s waist, settling it on the curve of her hip. “…someone very special.”

His mother squealed so loudly he had to pull the phone away from his ear. “Well, happy birthday, indeed! What’s her name?”

“Hannah,” he said, and even he could hear the way his voice softened.

His mother prattled on about answered prayers and birthday miracles as Hannah stirred beside him. Her eyes were hooded and liquid when she opened them, her lips curved into the most kissable smile. He tilted the phone away and mouthed, “Sorry. It’s my mom.”

“Is she with you now?” his mother demanded, her voice trumpeting through the phone.

Hannah smirked and held her hand out for the phone. He shook his head, but she arched an eyebrow at him and dammit, he couldn’t say no to her.

“Hi, Mrs. Hart,” she said, flopping onto her back. The movement exposed her breasts and, though Ethan was certain he shouldn’t be staring at her breasts while she was on the phone with his mother, he couldn’t help it.

As his mother chattered through the phone, Hannah’s smile grew. “Don’t be too hard on him. It is his birthday, after all,” she said. Then a laugh, followed by, “I’m looking forward to meeting you too.”

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