Page 79 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
Her body went tight beneath my hands, every muscle trembling as she teetered right on the edge. I felt it—the way her breath hitched, the way her inner ring clenched around the thickest part of me, fluttering in tiny spasms that made my head spin.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, keeping the rhythm steady, each stroke sinking me all the way in until my hips were flush to hers. “Let me feel you break.”
Her moan rose, long and raw, her fingers knotting in the bedding. Then it hit her. Her back arched, her thighs shook so hard I had to lock my grip on her hips to hold her up. Inside, she was gripping me in relentless pulses, each one tighter than the last, drawing me deeper into her heat.
I groaned, feeling the squeeze of her body milk every inch of me, the slickness from her first climax making every movement slide with obscene ease. She gasped with each thrust, her voice splintering into little cries, her hips trying to push back even as her legs shook from the effort.
“God, you’re perfect here,” I rasped, my breath ragged. “So tight, Sadie… so tight around me.” I circled her clit with my fingers, sending another sharp tremor through her.
“Oh—Harrison!” My name tore out of her as her release surged again, harder this time. She writhed against me, her channel spasming so fiercely around my cock that I had to grit my teeth to keep from spilling too soon.
I gave her everything—deep, slow drives that let her feel me in every place she was clenching, grinding at the end so she couldn’t escape the pressure. Her moans broke into breathless little whimpers, her body still riding the high when my control finally snapped.
I pushed in hard and stayed there, my grip tightening on her hips as the heat rushed through me. “Sadie…” I groaned her name as the first pulse hit, spilling deep inside her, the grip of her body dragging every last drop from me.
I stayed buried, breathing hard, feeling every aftershock of her orgasm ripple around me until both of us were spent and trembling. Only when her body sagged forward onto the bed did I ease my hold, my hands smoothing over her back in slow, grounding strokes.
I curled around her, careful not to touch her with my sex-stained fingers but not wanting to leave her side so soon. Theendorphins and hormones rushing through my system made me crave this physical connection of our skin touching.
"We keep doing this," she said finally.
"Doing what?"
"Sleeping together when we're supposed to be keeping this professional."
I pressed my lips to the top of her head. "Are you complaining?"
"No. Just observing." She lifted her head to look at me. "It makes things more complicated."
"Everything about this situation is complicated."
She was about to respond when her phone rang from the nightstand. The sound cut through our contentment as effectively as a fire alarm. Sadie reached for it, glancing at the screen before her face went completely white.
"It's my mom. She's supposed to be at AA." She sat up, pulling the sheet around herself as she answered. "Mom? What's wrong?"
I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, but I watched Sadie's expression grow more stricken with each passing second. Her free hand pressed against her mouth, and when she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.
"How bad is it?" A pause. "No, don't call an ambulance yet. I'm coming." Another pause. "Mom, listen to me. I'm bringing Harrison. We'll figure this out."
She ended the call and looked at me with eyes full of panic. "She's really sick. Worse than she's been. The home nurse thinks she might need to go to the hospital, but Mom's refusing. She can barely stand up."
I was already reaching for my clothes. "We'll go get her."
"Harrison, if she needs round-the-clock care?—"
"Then she'll get it. Here, if necessary." I pulled on my shirt and turned to face her. "We'll figure it out, Sadie. Whatever she needs."
The relief in her eyes was immediate and profound. "Thank you."
But as I helped her gather her things, I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was about to change again. And this time, I wasn't sure any of us were ready for it.
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SADIE
My hands trembled as I pulled my shirt over my head, the fabric catching on my still-damp skin. Harrison moved around me just as frantic as I was, already dressed and checking his pockets for his keys. The panic in my chest made every movement feel clumsy and desperate.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and typed quickly to send a message to Kramer.
