Page 58 of Meant to be Falling
“Has anyone touched you here?” He presses against my ass, the delicious sensation of pain and pleasure making me dizzy as my orgasm builds again.
“No.”
“Are you gonna let me fuck you here?” he says, rubbing me faster. “I promise I’ll go slow…take my time…watch this perfect ass swallow me as you beg me to fuck you harder.”
My orgasm detonates, my walls strangling him like a vise as I absolutely shatter, the sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Pleasure ricochets through me, and I mumble incoherently as Mason roars my name while he pistons into me twice more before collapsing over me.
It’s everything I needed, and I relish in the way his hard body is wrapped around my soft curves.
It’s heady.
Addicting.
Perfect.
“I think,” he pants, “that was more than fifteen minutes.”
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LANA
The high I’d floated into work on, induced by multiple orgasms courtesy of Mason the night before, evaporated in an instant as I pulled into the parking lot.
I’d been here long enough to know the cars of all the staff in our building, but I’d also been married to the man with ostentatious taste that had needed the deluxe package on the vehicle in front of me.
“Jacob, what are you doing here?” I snap as soon as I’m parked and out of my car, my high heels clicking across the parking lot, rage simmering in my gut. He should be at work, but instead he’s here, trying to make a scene at mine.
“Are you fucking a student? Seriously, who the hell are you letting spend time with my kids?”
I rear back like I’ve been slapped. “First of all, you have a lot of room to talk, and second, no, he’s not a student and who I date is none of your damn business.”
“It is when you’re shacking up with some god damn teenager,” he seethes, and I grip the straps of my purse tighter, eyeing the front door of the building and calculating if I can make a run for it.
“He’s not a teenager. He’s a grown man, and what do you care about who I’m seeing? For a couple of months, I might add. You have awife.Barely waited for the ink to dry on the divorce papers before slapping a ring on her hand.”
“You ungrateful?—”
“I’mungrateful?” I say with disbelief. “Me? The ex-wife you cheated on with our dog groomer and then cheated onherwith your secretary.”
“Sheila is mywife.”
I nod. “She is. But she’s still mistress number two, although my guess is she’s just one in a long line of them.”
“Watch your mouth?—”
“Or what, Jacob? You drove all the way from Nashville to what? Harass me at my job? What the hell has gotten intoyou?”
“You think that guy is going to stick around for someone like you?” He scoffs, looking down his nose at me. “You’re a…”
I press my lips together to keep the smirk at bay as I raise an eyebrow and wait as his face reddens.
“I like my job and I’m sure your wife did too. I mean, it landed her a husband. I mean, someone else’s, but that’s just semantics.” I lift a shoulder and let it drop.
“You’re real fucking mouthy now, aren’t you? Think you can take my kids and slum around this hick town? You have noideawhat I’m capable of.”
Instead of cowering, I take a step forward, surprising him in a way that has him shuffling slightly to regain his balance.
“I knowexactlywhat you’re capable of, but you have no clue what I am. You’re a manipulator and a cheat. You’d rather further your career than spend time with your kids, and you think you can come here and I’ll just fold under the power you pretend to have. But it’s all smoke and mirrors, Jacob. You signed the divorce papers and married someone else. You got what you wanted, and you made itclearit wasn’t me. So getthe fuck back in your car and go back to Nashville. And it’s your weekend with the kids,”—I let my gaze travel over him, hating everything I see which is nothing of the man I’d fallen in love with so young—“if you can even be bothered.”
