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“I’m sorry I ran off without thinking instead of talking, and I’m really sorry that I behaved like such an ass after that meeting,” he said. “Not one of my best moments. I’m sorry that all that shit with Vicky and the drugs derailed so much of our time together, but—”
“‘But’ sounds ominous.”
Antony gently touched the tip of his finger to her lips and smiled. “But I will never be sorry about meeting you and knowing you.” He traced his fingertip over her chin and tilted her face up to meet his. “And loving you.” He brushed his lips over hers. “And I do love you.”
Lesley’s breath caught, and she gripped his shirt. “Oh,” she whispered.
“Is that a good ‘Oh’ or a bad one?”
“Good. Definitely good.” She kissed him. “I love you, too, even if you moved without telling me.”
Antony grinned. “I’m not going to live this one down, am I?”
“Well, unless you make me forget it.” Lesley winked. “We’re good, right?”
He kissed her one more time. “Very.”
She moved her hands back to the buttons on his shirt. “Good chat, Ramos. Let’s get naked.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he said, reaching for her.
Lesley swatted his hands away and liberated Antony from his shirt. With a saucy grin, she threw it over her shoulder. She swept her hands down her chest and up, grasped the hem of her own shirt, pulled it off with one motion and tossed it in the same direction his shirt had landed.
Antony pointed off to the left, toward what she assumed to be his bedroom. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard while walking her slowly backwards down the hall. With his other hand, he grabbed her by the waistband of her pants and worked at the button and zipper. She was doing the same to his slacks and shoved them down his waist and stepped back to drop her own. Antony made a low noise in his throat as he looked her up and down. He stopped and pulled one leg out of his slacks before kicking his prosthetic leg to remove them fully.
BAM! His foot went through the wall.
They froze and stared at the hole. Lesley broke first, laughing until she almost collapsed in Antony’s arms.
“Guess I’ll be learning how to drywall,” he said, gasping as he caught his breath. He looked down at his leg. “Glad I was wearing the sturdier one.” He dragged his gaze back up and saw that Lesley had ditched her bra. He stepped forward and pressed her up against the wall.
Lesley ran her hands down his sides to his hips and slid her fingers under the waistband of his boxers and moved her hands until she reached her target. Antony sucked his breath in as she grasped him and thrust toward her, pressing against her as she stroked him. He reached down to her hips, grabbing at the elastic of her panties and tugging. She teased him by wiggling a little, making it more difficult for him to push them down until he leaned forward, nipped at her lower lip, catching it between his teeth and sucking as he grabbed one side of the lace and elastic and ripped them off. Lesley yelped.
“I told you, woman. No patience,” he groaned in her ear. He shoved his boxers down as he grabbed one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist. “I love that you’re so tall,” he murmured in her ear. “Makes this so much easier,” he said, and grabbed her other leg. She wrapped them around his waist and tried to pull him toward her, but he held back. He touched his forehead to hers and then kissed her, sweeping along her lower lip with his tongue. “I love you,” he whispered and thrust into her. They both moaned at the contact, and he thrust into her again. “I love you, and I really, really need to fuck you right now.”
Lesley responded by clenching her muscles around his cock and grinding against him.
As he ground his hips in a circle, Lesley cried out. She clutched at his shoulders and moved against him. “More—don’t fucking stop, Antony!”
“Touch yourself,” he said. “I’m not going to last long like this.”
“Me either,” she gasped.
Antony grasped her ass on both sides and tilted her hips to hit her at an angle that would set her off. He whispered in her ear, “I told you to touch yourself. I need to feel you come, Lesley. Give me this.”
She worked her hand between them and stroked her clit in time with his thrusts. Moments later, her legs started to shake, and she moaned.
“Fucking hell, Lesley. Come for me, love.” She contracted around him, and her hips jerked against him as her pleasure rolled over her and into him. Her nails were sharp points of pain that prickled down his spine as he let himself go, thrusting into her and holding her close.
“So much for making it to the bedroom,” Lesley said wryly. She ran her fingers through his hair. He had his face pressed against her neck, his hot breath a counter to the cool air in the hallway.
“Oh, we’re going there now,” he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning away from the wall. She squealed when she understood his intention and held on to his shoulders. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pressing her closer to him.
Lesley’s eyes widened as she realized he was not, in fact, done.
Later, after the full moon had risen, and they’d both exhausted themselves, he finally declared himself done. For the moment.
Antony woke the next morning, more rested than he’d been in well, weeks. He rolled over to reach for Lesley and frowned. Her side of the bed was empty, and the impression she’d left was cool. Seconds later, he heard a metallic clank on the stove. He sat up and reached for his leg and a fresh sock. As he finished putting it on and pulling up a pair of shorts, the smell of coffee made it down the hall.
