Page 118 of Crossing Lines

I nod and open my mouth, waiting for him. He leans forward slowly, inching inside, as if afraid to hurt me. But I love it. He keeps going, past my tonsils and into my throat. It’s tight, suffocating even, but I swallow him down.

“Take me, all of me. I know you can,” he says, pressing his entire length into my mouth.

I choke and gag, loving every moment of it. Loving that he’s controlling when I breathe and how much, especially now that my arms are tied up. It’s freeing to give him this much control. To not have to think and just let go.

When he pulls out, I demand, “Again, I love it.”

He does as I ask, and I lose myself in the feel of him, fucking my throat raw, and for the first time my brain just goes silent.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. “I’m going to come down this perfect throat that’s strangling me, fighting me with every thrust I make.”

I moan and he loses it, coming for an endless amount of time while I fight to swallow every last drop. When he’s done, he immediately unties me and pulls me into his lap.

“Are you okay?” he asks, cupping my cheeks in his hands tenderly and searching my face.

“That was the hottest thing in my life,” I say. “Giving you control over everything was amazing.”

“You’re all mine to use, anytime, anywhere.” He kisses each of my cheeks and then moves to my lips.

“Yes, I am.”

He grins and thrust two fingers inside me. “I’ve never been this consumed, this obsessed,” he says, “with anyone besides you.”

“Same.” My gaze softens. “I love you, so fucking much.”

“I love you, too,” he says, positioning me on the ground with my ass in the air. Him entering me will never get old. Neither will hearing his moans of pleasure or how much he praises me.

This, what we have, is what I’ve been searching for without knowing it—this feeling of unity. It’s more than desire, more than attraction. It’s knowing that we fit together, not just in moments like this, but in everything.

The honesty we have and the way we can work through anything that comes our way and still come out stronger is not just love. It’s more. And I’ll fight for it, for him, for us, every day of my life—because this is what it means to truly be in this together.

A few hours later, Evren catches me around the waist and pulls me onto his lap when I pass him on the couch.

“Hi,” I say.

“I miss you.”

I laugh. “I’ve only been working for an hour.”

“So? That’s sixty minutes too long.”

“Aww, is someone needy?” I swirl my hips over him, his dick already hard. I unbutton his pants and reach inside?—

“Babe, I’m home,” Elodie singsongs.

I freeze for a beat before jumping off Evren.

“You’ve got to zip up,” I whisper-shout, waving to his dick that’s still standing up at attention.

He chuckles and tucks himself back inside his trousers with a wince. “Remind me why we gave Elodie access to the house.”

“Because she loves me,” Elodie says, breezing into the room with a bottle of champagne but stops abruptly as she takes us in. “And… Oh wow. I’m interrupting, aren’t I?” Elodie’s eyes grow comically wide as she backs up a step, and another. “That’s fine, I’ll call next time beforehand and?—”

“Oh, stop.” I laugh. “It wouldn’t be the first or last time you’ve cockblocked me.”

“Hey now,” Elodie says. “It wasonetime, okay, maybe two, but that doesn’t mean it’s a regular thing for me.”

“Again,” Evren says. “Why did we allow her to have access to the house if she has a history of cockblocking?”

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