Page 90 of Mr. Almost

He always does what he says. Why do I always question him?

I’m tired of being in this constant state of doubt. He said he was falling in love with me, but the truth is, I’m already there. I love him.

I can’t say the words, but I can show him.

Moving to stand in front of him, I put my hands on his shoulder. His hands find my hips easily. Then I lean up and kiss him.

For a moment, he doesn’t move, but when I swipe my tongue on his bottom lip, he opens up for me. Then he is devouring me.

Within the span of several seconds, he spins us, pinning me against the counter. Then he picks me up, setting my ass on the edge of it.

“Livvy, you’re killing me,” he growls. “All I want is you and our kid. I need you to get on the same page with me.”

I kiss his cheek, then his neck. “I’m here. On the page. Let me show you.”

I pull his T-shirt up and over his head, my hands trailing on his chest. He shivers at my touch, making me want to do it more. My lips find his again as my fingers explore. Then they find his pants. I work to quickly undo them.

“Wait, Ari is in the other room,” he whispers.

“She’s sleeping. She didn’t even react when you moved her. If we are quiet, we will be fine.”

“That’ll be a challenge,” he murmurs, licking the shell of my ear.

“Oh, you don’t think you can be quiet?” I tease, shoving my hand down the front of his pants to palm his erection.

“Oh, Livvy honey. I still remember the way I made you scream the first time. It’s not me I’m worried about.”

I remember that night very well. He’s right. I screamed until my voice was hoarse. Then, more recently, he used his mouth to do the same. I very well might be the problem.

I don’t want to stop, though.

“You’ll just have to find ways to keep me quiet,” I tell him.

He growls, pushing me back. I think he is about to leave, but instead, he starts pulling my clothes off like a man on a mission. Then he pulls his own off. Once we are both naked, he looks like he is ready to eat me.

“Not today, sir. We don’t have much time. I don’t think Ari will stay asleep for more than an hour. Grab a condom. I put some in the top of the cabinet above the fridge.”

He quirks an eyebrow at me. “When did you do this?”

I slap his chest. “Go.” As he starts moving, I tell him the truth. “After the night at your place. I wanted to be prepared. I love Ari, but we are not ready for another one.”

He comes back, opening the condom. He slips it on before moving between my legs again. Then he kisses me.

“I’d handle a million babies from you.”

“Sweet sentiment, but no thank you. Now make me scream.”

He smirks at me. “Sure thing.”

His hand clamps down on my mouth at the same time he thrusts inside me. I swear I see stars at the sensation. The only thing I’ve had inside me since him is my fingers and a couple of toys. I forgot how good a real cock feels. I moan behind his hand, making him chuckle.

“Should’ve brought duct tape,” he jokes.

Before I can retort, he’s thrusting in and out of me at a steady pace.

“I wanted the first time we had sex again to be romantic, but you said we have to be quick, so quick it is,” he murmurs against the side of my head, his hand still firmly on my mouth.

I try to keep my noises low, but he feels too good. He angles my hips so he’s hitting my G-spot while his pelvic bone is rubbing against my clit. It’s an attack of the sensations, especially with his mouth sucking and licking my neck.

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