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She wrapped her legs around me, and the urge to seek immediate release rushed through me. Just in case, I grabbed a condom and rolled it on.
As we made out, I checked her center with my hand. She moaned and whispered, “Yes.”
“Tell me to fuck you,” I said as I found her button.
Her cheeks pinkened. I teased her and kissed her cheek. I’d never heard her swear, ever, and I’d always wanted to.
Her eyes rolled back. I lowered my tongue to join my finger. She bucked the moment my tongue went inside, and she let out a little scream.
When she stopped thrashing, she said, “Fuck me, Arman.”
The swear was better than I’d ever imagined. I stopped teasing her, and with a final nudge, I pressed my cock inside her. She moaned again and held me with her hands, and her legs wrapped around me.
I squeezed her gorgeous breasts one more time as they bounced. The helicopter soared. I set the pace. She moved and let me go deeper, and her face went red. Her vagina contracted and her entire body pinkened as she orgasmed.
My own muscles began to tighten, and my feet spasmed as I found my release inside her. This time, as I found oblivion, I had a smile on my face. Maddie made me happy.
Chapter Twenty
Maddie
The sun shone in my face as the blinds were open in Arman’s penthouse. I stretched and looked around because the bed was empty beside me. Not caring that I had no clothes on, I opened the bedroom door. Arman was in his sitting room, talking on the phone about a game contract. He was fully dressed. He didn’t appear to see me.
I slipped back into the bedroom and used the en suite shower. It was time to get ready. The idea of facing the world was daunting since I hadn’t told him how I felt yet. I washed my hair with my shampoo from my apartment downstairs.
It was the small details that made Arman sweet—it wasn’t the new clothes or the life he provided. He was the best man I would ever meet or hope to meet. It was past time that I told him that.
In the bedroom, I found a new white shirt and gray pants from Carolina Herrera with accessories fit for a first lady. When I returned to the sitting room, Arman wasn’t there. I headed into the kitchen and found he’d laid out breakfast for both of us. He handed me a coffee.
“I’m ready to go to your mother’s,” I said.
He sipped his coffee and didn’t seem in a rush. “If you want to just take Aurora and come back here, that’s fine.”
I tasted the lemon cake. It was better than something from a store. I finished my bite. “No. I’d like to be with you and support your family as much as possible.”
He scooted closer. “Yeah?”
I lifted my head. It was time. “The Norouzi family has been my ideal all my life. With your family as my dream, I left an abusive ex so I could raise my daughter alone. I realize my self-doubts were sabotaging… us.”
His arm was next to mine. “Yeah?”
I’d put this off too long. My heart sped up. I had to stop sabotaging us and start believing I…wemight be happy. “I love you. It’s always been you. The years in between gave me my daughter, but I’m grateful that at the end of my journey, I get to be with you, if you want that.”
His lips met mine, and my skin felt electric. Then he let me go. “I love you, too, and I don’t want you or Aurora ever leaving me.”
Tears streamed down my face again. “I know I can’t satisfy you like you deserve.”
“What?”
“In bed. With you, I lose myself and never seem to stay alert to ensure that you’re satisfied.”
“I’ve never had better. Every time with you has blown me away.”
“Your face constricts,” I said, though my heart skipped.
“I’m releasing inside you.” He kissed my forehead. “It’s a physical and emotional release. I’ve orgasmed every time with you.”
I was wrong about everything. Relief washed over me, and I could breathe easier. I hugged him. Then I wiped my face. “Good. Guess we’d better head out to be there for your family.”
