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“I’m in love with you, too.” It’s all that matters. His eyes fill up, too. Then he pulls me up to him, and I bury myself in the man of my dreams. The one missing piece in my life.

I look at him.

“I’m so sorry I let her get in my head. Nothing comes between us again. Thank you for telling me all of that. I’m so sorry, Bella.”

“No matter what she says, apparently, you can’t deny fate. I love you, Fletch. And I probably have my whole life.”

He leans down, and his chilly lips meet mine. They’re firm and full. I sink into the kiss as if it’s my salvation. It’s been two days since we’ve had sex, and I’m acutely aware of where his hands are. The sweet ‘I love you’ kiss quickly dissolves into a carnal buffet of gasps and moans. He’s on my neck. I nip at his ear. His hands try to get to me. Mine go to his coat buttons.

“Yo. What the hell? Move along, please.” We start laughing as a man enters his house where we’ve been sitting on his front stoop.

I look at him, and he says, “I need to fuck you now. Can we go home?”

I smile because he referred to my house as home. We haven’t even dealt with that shit yet. We have a lot to sort out, but for now, I need to climb on his cock.

“Come with me.” I drag him up the street and around the corner to the alley.

I’m running, and he’s laughing as he says, “I will most definitely come with you. And on you, if you’d like.”

I laugh, then fumble through my purse for my keys. I open Meg’s back gate, and we sneak to the back door. There are random session musicians staying in their carriage house, or he’d already be inside of me. They always have some stray or musical journeyman staying in their two separate apartments inside their carriage house.

I peek in the back door. His arms are around me under my coat, reaching for my chest. I giggle. The coast is clear. I open the door to their kitchen and pull him with me up the back stairs that lead to their second floor. We duck into the kids’ bathroom. We won’t be interrupted here. No kids, and the guests will use the one downstairs. It’s not big, but the moment the door closes, our coats fall to the ground.

He sees my sand colored cable-knit sweater dress. It’s conservative. I was depressed when I got dressed. I thought he had left. I thought I’d successfully pushed away something perfect. There’s a long pause as he stares at me.

He braces my face with his hands. “There’s nothing in this world or the next that will ever be as arresting or affecting as the way you look at me.”

I smile. “I really do love you.”

“I see it. I see it reflected in everything you do or say to me. Even when you pushed me away this morning. I felt it. It’s why I’m standing here about to rip off that way-too-bulky dress. I need to see all of you.”

I kiss him, and we’re desperate again. I undo his belt as he raises my arms to remove my dress. Makeup be damned. Then his mouth is on my cleavage, and I reach into his pants as I unzip them. He’s so long and stiff.

“Fuck. I love your incredibly hard and thick cock.”

“Tell me you’re wet. Tell me. I can’t wait.” He reaches down and notices I’m wearing the thigh highs he got me with heels. “Fuck me, that’s so goddamned hot. White stockings on your skin. Shit. But who was this for?”

“Me. I wanted to hope you’d show up at my door.” He reaches into the matching white lacy thong and feels how ready I am. I’m on fire as his large and commanding hand takes over my every impulse. His thumb presses down on my clit while three fingers are suddenly up and in me. I gasp as I wrap around his fingers. They curl ever so slightly, and I squeal. He pulls his hand from me as I’m stroking him.

“Fuck foreplay. I need to be inside you now.” We both look around. I’m formulating a way to straddle him, then he spins me around and I brace myself on the sink. We’re facing the mirror, with him behind me. His hands reach into my panties as I watch us. I moan. This is so hot and dirty. He thrusts his fingers into me, and I watch his face as well as mine in the mirror. He looks just as inflamed as I am.

“I need your tits. Pull them out. Let me see them.” He’s kissing my neck but watching as his hand pistons in and out of me. I want to come for him. I want to watch him make me come. “Pull them out over the cups. Get your nipples hard for me. Can you do?”

I’m overwhelmed with all the sensations. Everything firing at once as he tells me what to do while fucking me with his fingers. I pinch my nipples and squeeze myself.

“Christ, that’s hot. Let me help you.” His other hand that’s been on my stomach crawls up and takes my nipple. He pinches and doesn’t let go. I hold my breath. “Hold it. Hold it until I tell you to exhale. One, two, three, now.” With a slight twist, he releases my nipple. The sensation of pain, relief, and the coming tidal wave of orgasm washes over me.

My legs give out as my body shakes and constricts around his hand. “Yes. Fucking. Yes. I got you, Jilly. I’ll never let you fall.” He removes his hand from my pussy, but the other supports around my stomach as he bends me forward. I see his eyes flash in desperation. I’m still feeling the aftershocks of the most tremendous orgasm of my life. “Hold on, Bella.”

I hold the sides of the sink and stare at myself, then him, as he slams his cock into my slit. My eyes go wide as I take him so deeply. The path is slick for him, and I cry out as I’m struck with the beginning of another orgasm, like out of nowhere. I’ve never heard of anyone coming simply from penetration. I yell, “I’m a goddamn orgasm savant! I’m coming again.”

Liam laughs. I release into him as he fucks me harder. Our eyes meet in the mirror as I’m coming down. “So fucking beautiful when you come. Fucking perfection. Christ. I need to come.”

“Please, I want to see us come together.” I move my ass back into him, his hands on my hips. He’s slamming into me, and I ride his momentum. I am helpless in this situation. I surrender all of myself to him at this moment. Our eyes connect in the mirror as I see him get close.

“Fuck. Fuck. Jillien. Now. Come now.” He leans over me, never breaking eye contact, and finds my clit again. He rubs in tight circles in rhythm to his cock slamming into me, and I see it. We come together. He fills me, and I feel every drop of it. We both moan and gasp loudly as he jerks deep inside of me. And then he collapses onto my back. He’s still dressed. I am not. Even that’s hot. But we breathe heavily as we collect our shattered thoughts and words. He stands up, grabs baby wipes from the corner, and cleans me up. He cleans himself and looks at me in the mirror.

“Epic. You’re fucking epic.”