Page 54 of With this Ring

Chapter Nine

Shall I tell you the truth?

Or lie to both of us?

Shaking his head, Gregorio brushed wayward strands of hair back from her face.

For now, he’d savor the moment, relishing the heady taste of her on his lips, remembering the way she looked at him and the feel of her pussy and legs as she wrapped around him.

The morning was soon enough to deal with reality.

Tonight, he wanted to be lost in her. To believe their future was a certainty.

“Everything’s fine.” With a soft kiss, he promised to return.

As he slipped out of bed, and she propped herself on her side, her eyebrows still drawn together, as if she wasn’t sure whether or not she believed him. She was right to have those questions.

He left her to dispose of the condom and to restore his equilibrium.

In the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face, trying to clear his head.

He’d fucking been married to her older sister. But now, with the feelings he was experiencing for Sasha, he had to wonder whether or not he’d ever truly cared for Adriana.

Shucking away the droplets, he turned the tap on again, this time to hot.

After drying his face, he returned to her, carrying a warm washcloth, his cock already half-hard again.

He pressed the soothing warmth to her red, swollen pussy, and she purred. Instantly, his dick demanded he possess her again.

What was it about her that got inside him this way? Not just his physical responses, but his emotional ones, as well.

He couldn’t get enough.

Gritting his teeth against his demanding arousal, he vowed to let her recover. At least for another couple of hours.

Sasha had come to him for advice and comfort, not to be fucked ragged.

Too bad he couldn’t convince his body of that fact.

Her gaze took in his erection. “You’re ready again?”

“Perpetual state of being where you’re concerned.” He grimaced before gently picking her up and scooting her over. “Need a T-shirt to sleep in?” He’d prefer she snuggle up to him, naked.

“You don’t want to make love again?”

“Want to? Hell, yes. But you need rest.”

“Being sore would be worth it.”

His cock pulsed. This woman… “When was the last time you slept well?”

Softly, she sighed. “I can’t remember.”

“Figured.” He climbed back in bed and gathered her close.

For the moment, he was content to hold her while he figured out a plan.

She placed a hand on his chest and spread her fingers wide. Then slowly, her eyelids fluttered before finally closing. Moments later, she sighed, and her breathing changed, letting him know she was asleep.

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