Page 4 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
Hannah stands in front of me for a moment, the light streaming through the windows hitting her curves in a way that makes my mouth water. Her smile is infectious and her body is amazing.
That smile wavers a little as I wrap my hand around my erection and stroke it, my gaze roaming over her body, trying to commit every detail to memory.
I only last a few seconds before I lower her to the bed and kiss her again. Her tongue slides against mine as I hover above her. My hand dip between her legs, my fingers slide against her wet slit.
She moans as I tease her, my touches featherlight and never enough to give her what she needs. I want to take my time with her, but the draw of her body is too much.
“I need more,” she says, her voice breathy as she hooks her legs around my waist.
My hardened length presses against her entrance, sliding against her before I rock my hips forward. Her nails rake down my shoulders as I bury myself to the hilt. Her heels dig into my back, making me throb as I thrust.
I groan as she raises her hips to meet me thrust for thrust. As I reach between our bodies, teasing her nipples until they’re stiffened peaks, her back arches off the bed. Her inner walls are pulsing around me as I tease the little bundle of nerves.
Her orgasm comes hard and fast, her wetness coating me as I continue to thrust, rolling my hips and bringing her to the edge of a second orgasm as my mouth drifts over her body. I lick and suck at the sensitive flesh as her nails dig into my back and her core clenches me.
We orgasm together, rocking our hips in time with each other until we are both spent and tired.
I kiss her softly, lingering for a few moments before falling to the bed beside her.
“You know,” Hannah says as she props herself up on one elbow and looks at me. “I heard that shower sex is really great for your skin,” she smiles deviously.
“Say no more.” I get out of the bed and pull her up, tossing her over my shoulder before heading to the bathroom.
Hours later, when I sneak out while she sleeps, I hate myself a little bit more than I ever have.
I know it’s the right thing to do, even though I hope I’ll see her again someday.
She doesn’t need someone as fucked up as me disturbing her life.
Chapter One
Hannah
Audreysmileslikethisis the best day of her life and all I can feel is jealousy. I lean closer to her obeying the photographer, smiling like I can’t believe this day is finally here.
At least, that’s what I hope I look like in the final picture.
I’m thirty-two, alone, and watching my baby sister get married before I do,again.
I’m a failure.
“Can you believe that I’m finally married to Preston?” Audrey asks as the photographer moves on to get more pictures of the couples dancing. “I didn’t think that this day would ever come. Planning was so much fun, but I’m glad that it’s finally over.”
I laugh, though it sounds strained to my ears. As much as I want to be happy for my sister, there is a part of me that can’t get over the fact that my younger sister got married, not once, but twice, before I did. Her first husband– James, died while serving in the military.
The idea of raising Teddy alone had bothered her so much. But, Preston is a really great guy and has been an amazing father figure for Teddy.
I keep wondering how none of Audrey’s luck has reached me. Hell, I’m not even in a relationship. My last boyfriend dumped me two years ago because I wastoo much of a pushover.
He wasn’t wrong, but it still cuts deep. He had been the first person I really considered a future with in a long time.
“It’s been a beautiful wedding,” I say as I grab a champagne flute from the waiter who passes by. “What are you doing wasting your time with me though? You have other guests to see.”
Audrey shrugs and loops her arm through mine, towing me back to the head table. “I wanted to make sure that everything was all right with you. Last time we spoke, the royalties were slowing down. Are your savings still covering your bills? If not, I can talk to Preston. I know he’d be more than willing to help out.”
Another knife shoved deep into my chest.
“Thanks, Audrey, but I’m fine. The savings are still enough to cover my bills. I just have to out-earn my latest advance. I’ve got another book in the works and I’ve got a couple other books in the beginning stages too. Once a few book releases hit, everything is going to be okay. The spy novels are still bringing in good enough money, and everything else is just starting to take off. I’ll be fine.”
