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Having him pinning me to the couch with his big body on top of mine? It was making my heart race and other things start to pulse with anticipation.
He let the heaviness of his lower body weigh me down as he stared in my eyes, keeping his hands planted on either side of my body.
With his eyes on mine, he slowly ground his always-hard cock into my pussy, his smile devious.
“Your boss better give you some time off or I’ll find a way to get it for you using alternate means of persuasion.” He growled, his mouth only inches away from my face.
I leaned up the last few inches and ran my lips along the length of his jaw, stopping next to one of those stupidly sexy dimples and dipping my tongue into it.
His breath hitched as he pressed down harder into me, letting me know without words that he liked what I was doing.
I pulled back so that I could see into his eyes.
“I hope that our baby has your dimples,” I murmured. “I hope that he has your smile. I hope that he has your heart and your sense of humor.” I paused as I thought about the short amount of time that we’d had together. Thought about how badly I wanted to make it go on forever and ever. Then decided that though it was early, it was right. “I love you.”
His entire body froze as he stared at me with such intentness that it made me want to squirm.
“You what?” he asked carefully.
“I love you,” I said. “I think I’ve loved you since the moment we first met in that Walgreens. When you accepted me for me later that night in my bed. I’ve never had anyone do that before. Never had anyone that cared enough to try. And these dimples? They’re just… yum. What’s not to love?”
His mouth slammed down onto mine so fast and hard that at first I was startled.
My breath escaped me in a rush, and I had no other choice but to wrap my arms around his shoulders and hold on while he ravaged me with his mouth.
His kiss felt desperate, as if he was fighting something inside of him and losing quickly.
I moaned into his kiss, my legs going around his waist as my clearly forgotten laptop finally slid to the floor.
He pulled back only long enough to strip the t-shirt from my body.
His eyes went hot at the sight of me nearly naked underneath. The only thing I was wearing was a tiny pair of boy shorts underwear. They covered me from my hips to the top of my thighs.
“Have I told you lately how much I love these?” he asked, running his finger down the length of my belly, coming to a stop just underneath the hem of my underwear.
He’d told me every single time he saw me in them—which was often.
I didn’t get dressed all that often.
I didn’t have to.
It was more likely that I’d be half-naked writing than I would be dressed.
So he saw me in my underwear quite a bit.
“Like a hundred times,” I said playfully.
He growled and ripped them from my body.
They ripped with a sharp sound, causing me to gasp.
“I don’t… what… why?” I burst out, surprised that the underwear would rip that easily.
I’d paid twenty dollars for those!
“I’ll buy you more,” he murmured. “Lots more. Because I want to do that again.”
Then he was shoving down his own waistband and freeing his cock. In the next breath, he had his cock poised at my entrance and he was pushing inside my willing body.
The next five minutes showed just how desperately we wanted each other.
I came with ten strokes, and he came within twenty. His cock took me hard and fast, and that was all that I needed.
I exploded all around him, causing him to curse. His thrusts went choppy, and soon he was following me over the edge.
When we came back to ourselves, I looked down at my laptop screen that was lit up and waiting for me.
“That’s totally going into a book.”
Let me just tell you one thing, people. Samuel Adams’ laughter should be bottled up and sold as an instant smile. Because he had the power to bring one to my face even when I couldn’t find the energy to lift my head.Chapter 18
For the third time this week, I’m buying booze for the next two weeks.
-Text from Suzanne to Hastings
Hastings
“I need your help with something.” I bit my lip as I felt the nervousness rocket through me.
He looked over from his plate of chips. “With what?”
I went into detail about the scene I was working on.
“Do you know anyone that has automatic weapons? I really want to shoot one,” I said.
Sammy blinked at me. “So your heroine goes with her Army man to the base and they just let her shoot them? Honey, that would never happen.”
