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“Mol, come here. I need to come inside you, with you.”

She ran her thumb along her lip and moved up, so she was straddling me. My palms stroked across her body, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat under every silky inch of skin I touched – skimming over her abs, around her back, down to her ass and up again. I pulled down the lace, trapping her nipple betweenmy teeth as she’d done to me, tugging on it hard, while my other hand didn’t stop until it reached her sopping wet apex.

Another surge of euphoria shot into my dick as I slipped two fingers inside her, making her moan low and raspy, bringing music to my ears. She shot forward when I added a third, stretching her out for as long as I could manage, until she made it virtually impossible to not be inside her warm, inviting pussy. Hovering over me, I held her panties to one side and she lowered herself, until she was fully impaled, every movement of her hips shooting bolts of electricity up and down my spine like atoms in a collider.

The straps of her bra had fallen down, her rosy nipples peeking out for me to take hold of again, and I did with one hand, deftly unhooking her bra with my other and dropping it on the floor so I could fully immerse myself in her, smother my face in her, breathe her in until every fiber of my being was wrapped in her. Then she started to move against me, slowly pulsing her hips before she leaned right back between my legs, affording me the perfect view of her slick, glistening pussy taking my dick and owning it, like it was hers.

And it was, all hers.

I was hers.

Because there was no fucking way I was ever going to stop being with her, loving her, needing her. She was extraordinary.

I held onto her hips, transfixed as she slid onto me, her thighs tightening around mine as I took her closer to the edge. Beads of sweat started forming on her chest, rolling down between her breasts, pooling in her belly button as the quivering started up across her body, the gentleness of her rocking turning frenzied and fervent.

She cried out as I lifted her up, bringing her into me, the angle of my dick hitting hard against every nerve that throbbed inside her, as she writhed on my lap. My dick swelled again, thevision of her body flushed pink and open, of the effect I had on her, of how I was making her feel was too much.

Her mewling turned guttural. “Lex, I’m so close, I...”

My roar was primal. She didn’t get to finish her sentence, her words pressing go on the potency of my orgasm ripping through me, shredding my insides as I detonated inside her with Mach force, setting her off in a pulsating storm of tremors which drained me of everything I had to give her.

She collapsed onto my chest, both of us trying to replenish the air in our lungs.

“Jesus Christ, we’re having sex on here again. Daily.”

“Glad I could accommodate.” I laughed into her neck, kissing it. “Happy Birthday, Angel. I hope you made your wish a good one, because you deserve the world.”

She sat up, cupping my face, her eyes brimming over. “I didn’t need to wish for anything, I have everything I want.”

“Good, because so do I.”

Her lips found mine again and we lost ourselves in each other once more.

Chapter 37

Isat at my desk and surveyed the scene in front of me. There had to be easily a hundred long stemmed red roses sitting in vases spread across the room, my fingers turning the little card that had arrived with them over and over. I glanced down and read it again, the smile I’d been wearing since I’d walked in here, widening.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mol. The first one of forever.

I love love love you.

Felix xxx

P.S. Do you know how many times a day the human heart beats?

About one hundred thousand, and all of my heartbeats are for you <3

Felix was travelling with the team, and he’d been on an away stretch the past two nights and wouldn’t be back for another three. It was our first Valentine’s Day together and we were apart, something I was trying to get used to. I hadn’t sent him flowers, but I did sneak his favorite pair of my panties into his luggage, along with sending him a couple of pictures of me in them to his cell. Ones he’d be seeing as soon as morning practice was over, which, if I had my timing right, would be any minute now.

I smirked as my phone rang, his face filling the screen when I hit answer.

“Mol, you’re killing me with these, literally. I have to go into team conference with a boner.”

I laughed at the expression on his face.

“Seriously, you’re getting it when I’m home.”

My pussy clenched at the thought, unable to get enough of him. “Ooh, I hope so.”