Page 38 of Braxton

Her belly quivered with excitement at the sternly-spoken order. The shameless part of her loved when he told her what to do in the bedroom. Whenever he took control of her body, she gave it up completely and willingly because she trusted him like no one else. And sometimes, letting go of the constant control she continually maintained felt so good. She knew they were very similar in that regard and always used to take turns bossing each other around between the sheets.

Rolling onto her stomach, she waited to see what he would do next. Every nerve was on edge and the mattress tilted as he moved onto his knees. He trailed a finger down her spine, dipping it along the seam of her ass, then curved a palm over her cheek. His hand squeezed and molded her flesh before he gave it a resounding crack.

Startled, she jumped, then felt her hips jerked up and back. Wiggling her ass against his hard cock, she dropped her cheek against the bedspread and gave herself over to him.

Expecting him to enter her hard and fast, she jolted when his open mouth settled over her wet pussy instead. “Oh, God,” she hummed.

His ruthless tongue licked and speared inside her while his fingers played with her swollen clit. Already so sensitive, she felt her body come alive fast. It’s as though she were gasolineand he was a spark. For a futile moment, she tried to fight the combustion. But it was inevitable. He took her right to the edge of her orgasm then abruptly stopped.

“Braxxx,” she gritted out between clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare stop.”

She gasped when he hiked her ass up and notched the thick head of his cock at her opening. “That’s always been the problem, Quinn,” he rasped. “With you, I could never stop.”

He thrust hard, filling her, and she cried out. God, he felt even bigger when he had her in this position and she did her best to take him. The stretch stung as he reminded her what a rough tumble with him felt like.

So damn good.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you…” Another hard thrust. “Couldn’t stop worrying about you…”

His cock retreated then slammed into her again. No mercy, no holding back.

“Couldn’t stop caring about you.” His gritty voice caught and she curled her fingers into the bedspread as he tangled his fingers in her hair. He pulled hard, lifting her head, and forcing it up. Grabbing onto her shoulder with his opposite hand, he managed to sink deeper, completely possessing her.

Then he let loose, and all she could do was hold up as best as she could under the force of his large body. But she always gave back as good as she got and she met each of his powerful thrusts, slamming back against him.

Grunts, moans and the slapping of their bodies together filled the air. The bed lurched and Quinn fell forward with asplutter, unable to keep up with him or stop the earth-shaking orgasm that swept over her. The moment after she came, he erupted inside her.

“Fuuuck,” he growled, voice harsh. His fingers dug into her sides as his hips continued to pump until he’d spilled every last drop.

A shaky sigh blew past her lips as he pulled out and they both collapsed.

“Goddamn,” he rasped in a low, muffled voice.

Turning her head, she saw his face was buried in the comforter and she couldn’t help but chuckle.

He shifted his head so he could see her. “What’s so funny?” he asked.

“Us. Even though everything has changed, it’s almost still the same.”

“Yeah.” He pushed himself up, reached for the washcloth and gently cleaned her. Then he tossed it and pulled her up into his arms. Laying her head against his firm chest, she listened to his breathing even out and the steady thump of his heart as he lightly caressed his fingers up and down her back.

Once she felt more in control—of her body and emotions—she tilted her head back, looking up at him.

“I know I asked this earlier, but I need an answer.” She swallowed hard then pointedly asked, “So what now?”

“I don’t know.”

A part of her heart crumbled at his answer. But she knew he’d never lie or pretend with her. What the hell had she beenexpecting, anyway? That he’d ask her to be his girlfriend? Or maybe his wife again?

So stupid, her inner voice taunted.

“Hey,” he said softly, his fingers leaving her back and playing with her hair. “That’s a question we both need to answer. It’s not just what I want.”

“I know.” He was right, but she didn’t feel hopeful. She felt…lost. And so damn confused. One minute he was her husband, the next her target and now…

Whatwashe now?

He is everything, she realized.

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