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“I want you to ride me,”he grinds through bared teeth.
Suddenly, that’s exactly what I want to do.
I pop my mouth off his member, but as I’m about to remove my skirt, Atticus bunches it in his hands, pulling me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him.
“It’s sexy like this,”he whispers into my ear, and I have to admit, having my skirt around my waist and him still in his shirt adds a layer of desperation to our coupling that heightens the passion.
With one hand, he stretches my panties to the side, with the other, he works my breast.
I grind my seam against him until I can no longer stand it.
“I need you inside me.”My voice comes out like a rushed pant.
He positions his cock at my center, and I take him in, working him deep, so fucking deep, as far down as I can. His thumb rides my clit, sending waves of delicious pleasure coursing through my body.
“So fucking perfect,”Atticus mumbles, his fingers toying with my nipples, which are so damn sensitive I can hardly stand it.
Even on top, I’m powerless. It’s impossible to stave off my body’s reaction to this man. It demands release.
And when I come, it takes me by storm. I throw my head back and unleash a guttural cry that I worry will have the police knocking at my door. It’sthatgood.
“That a girl. Come for me,”he growls, flexing his hips up to meet me stroke for stroke.
I ride the wave as his cock swells inside me, gasping for breath with every warm pulse until my body calms. Overwhelmed, I nearly fall from his lap, but he grips my hips and takes over, pushing me up and down his enormous shaft, chasing his own release.
How could I blame him?
He lifts me effortlessly, crashing me down again and again until I feel quick spasms inside me. Finally, warmth spreads through my core.
Content feelings spread through my body. He fills me with more than just his cum without even knowing it. I’m filled with love and hope and a longing for more than just flesh.
I’m filled withhim.
I slump against him, chest to chest. He’s panting just as hard as I am, sweat dripping from his brow.
His fingers caress my face as he whispers sugary sweet words into my ear.
The feeling of joy I have in this moment threatens the wall I’ve so carefully constructed between us. And I justify it. After all, how could I allow anything to come between me and this man who’s so obviously perfect?
Because he’s not perfect. This is all an illusion.
“Can I get you anything?” Atticus offers. “A drink, perhaps?”
I force a smile. “That would make me a pretty crappy host.”
“Nonsense.” He rolls me to the side, brushing damp strands of hair from my face as he kisses my forehead. “Just tell me what you want?”
“I just want to curl up next to you in bed and fall asleep.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, I realize what a mistake they are, because that’s only going to make me want him more.
Atticus rises from the couch and scoops me up into his arms. “Your wish is my command.”
CHAPTER12
TESSA
Waking up, I stretch across the expanse of my bed and notice I’m alone. During the night, Atticus left, which shouldn’t surprise me. Our coupling is a planned, agreed-upon arrangement that doesn’t extend past thirty days. Why would he stick around and wait for me to get up when he has work to do?
