Page 84 of Breaking His Law

“Yes,” I hiss. “I’m on the pill, do it.”

He places both his hands on the side of my face and stares into my eyes, tilting his hips, pushing himself into me and filling me completely with every delicious hard inch of him, and I can already feel the urge to come again.

Rapidly blinking, as if he’s in distress or disbelief or hell knows what he’s thinking when I told him to fill me up with his cum, whatever, I don’t care, because right now having him fill me up with his baby doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

It feels right.

I moan and frown at the same time, unable to read what he’s thinking because his mood turned serious quicker than a hiccup.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he says, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

My refined lawyer who only ever talks about work has turned into a sentimental man, and I’m totally here for it. I’m all in.

“Is this real?” I ask, my words coming out shaky.

As much as I want to believe it, my brain is taking longer to catch on, while my heart feels like it’s spinning like a carousel inside my chest.

“You are it for me,” he says confidently. “I fucking hated watching you leave my apartment, hated how it made me feel. I thought about you every fucking second of that day and every day since and I regret not asking you to stay.”

“I hated leaving you that morning.” I wished I had stayed, then maybe our time working together in such close proximity wouldn’t have felt so painful. Close yet so far apart.

“You snuck out.” He moves his hands from my face to my hips and lifts me off his cock then slams me back down as if reprimanding me for leaving.

“I didn’t think you would want me around.” It’s partly true.

“I want you with me always. Don’t ever sneak out on me again.”

“Okay,” I agree.

“Promise.”

“I promise.” I’m in so deep with him. How could I have been so stupid to ever think he was like his father? It couldn’t be further from the truth.

In this moment, something changes within me, a movement, a shift, a definite knowing.

My mission is no longer to find evidence or information on my family’s case; it’s to spend as much time with Nathan as Ican. Learn everything there is to know about him, because what if I’m wrong and he’s my true north?

It feels like he is. And I can’t be the gatekeeper of secrets forever. I’ll have to tell him. One day. Be honest. Bare my soul.

It scares me to think that he might not want anything to do with me once he finds out.

What then?

I can’t even think about that now.

He growls, making his whole chest vibrate. Gripping my ass and hips in handfuls, he moves me up and down his cock, while I help him.

“Now ride my cock, Arianna, cover me in your cum.”

I press the palm of my hand flat against the roof of the limo to give me the leverage I need to fuck him the way he wants me to.

Tilting my hips, clenching the inner walls of my pussy, I begin to move up and down his cock.

Pleasure dances over his face as he cups my ass and sits back to watch where we connect. On every downward thrust, I rub my clit against him, and he groans when I move faster, the tip of his thick crown teasing my G-spot with every punishing slap of our skin, my calves clamped tight against his thighs.

“You’re so tight, baby.” The sounds of our pleasure fill the small space of the car and I shudder when he slips his thumb between my pussy lips and rubs my clit.

“Nathan,” I moan as he circles my sensitive bud, and then pinches it. “I’m… I’m gonna—” I stutter my words as my body shakes, my orgasm about to explode through every nerve ending.

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