Page 81 of Code Violation

His admission fortifies my confidence, and I hitch up my dress and settle down in his lap, straddling him like I know we both want.

“I didn’t know Silas Stanton, hot and famous NHL hockey captain, could get jealous.”

He bites down on his plump bottom lip. “I don’t usually. Only when someone has something I want—or in this case, the woman I’ve been chasing for way too fucking long.”

My breath hitches, and Silas wraps his hands around my thighs, setting me back on my feet.

At first, I’m confused, until he stands and his hands fall to his belt buckle. He unloops it and pops the button on his jeans before pushing them to the floor. His black boxer briefs go next and he takes a seat back down on the couch, his long, hard cock resting against his stomach.

I’m met with a filthy, self-assured smirk.

“I think you should straddle me again, only this time with my dick nestled inside that pretty cunt of yours.”

My limbs vibrate with anticipation as I step toward him and hitch my dress higher.

“Do you want to know one of my favorite things?” I say, resting my left knee on the couch.

Silas’s tongue peeks out, running across his bottom lip. “I’m all fucking ears.”

Hovering over him, I reach down and pull my soaked thong to one side, reveling in how dirty and naughty this is. How in control I feel and how much I’ve missed moments like this.

“I like to fuck with my panties to the side.”

Silas pumps his cock once, and I begin lowering down on it.

His girth and length leave my jaw hanging open until I collapse against his chest, feeling impossibly full and already dangerously close to coming.

A finger tips my chin up, and Silas kisses me. It’s slow and tender, our tongues gliding together in perfect synchronization.

“What am I to you, Ves?” he asks, starting to move beneath me. “Am I the father of your baby and your man?”

He captures my mouth again, needy whimpers rising up his throat.

“I need to know whether I’m fucking you because you find me hot or if I’m making love to you because you’re falling for me.”

He hooks his fingers under the straps of my bodycon dress, and when my right breast spills free, Silas immediately smooths his tongue around my peaked nipple.

I moan like the needy bitch I am.

No one told me that being pregnant makes sex ten times hotter.

“I’m falling for you,” I admit on the third swipe of his tongue.

He pops off my breast, spreading his palm across my stomach. Pure love gazes up at me, and I feel his cock grow even harder.

“Fuck, Vesper.” He pushes a hand through my hair, and I grind into him, the heavy weight of an orgasm building in my pelvis. “Do you even realize how happy I’m gonna make you and our baby? The way your life is going to be so damn full, you’ll barely remember the sadness in your past.”

I don’t know if it’s his words or the way Silas snaps his hips up, hitting a spot deep inside me. Either way, I climax—hard.

“They’re going to notice that we’ve disappeared, and Drew will never forgive me for fucking on her reading couch,” I point out in a breathy voice.

Silas stands straight up, holding me against him with his cock still buried deep inside my pussy. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he drives into me.

“I’ll buy her a new sofa—hell, a new cabin if she wants,” he pants, continuing to fuck me.

I stare down at where we’re connected, turned on at the way his dick slides in and out of me.

This man is a machine.