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My inner caveman bangs his club, marking her mine while my cock shudders inside her.
“Tucker…” she pants.
“I know… there are no words.”
After a moment, I release her ankles, regretfully sliding out of her because she feels like home.
I waste no time disposing of the condom, giving Ophelia time to compose herself.
I turn back around. “Oph—”
She’s facing me, smashing her lips into mine with a throaty, sexy noise. I’m cupping her large breasts, her nipples pointing to the heavens, caressing them, enjoying the sounds of pleasure she makes when I pinch her nipples a little too hard.
“Ophelia, you are unforgettable. It is going to be the longest ten weeks of my life without getting to touch you.”
“No strings, no attachments,” she breathlessly reminds me.
Now that’s a load of BS because I am so attached to this woman, so I say nothing.
“What do you want to do now?” Ophelia has a wickedly seductive smile on her face.
“Still got four condoms, if you give me a few minutes—”
“I want to taste you,” she whispers.
“Make that thirty seconds.”
And then she gets busy proving just how loud I can get.
Thirty-Two
GAME FACE ON, NOTHING TO SEE HERE
Ophelia
While showering, mymind is a whirlpool of emotions. My body is still riding a euphoric high after the heavy studio session we just had. My lips feel tender, my nipples don’t know how to relax, and my va-jay-jay is a good kind of sore. I want Tucker in here kissing me senseless because kissing and that cocky man are an explosive cocktail that blends into mind-blowing rocket-fueled sex.
I lost my mind in that room.
Alice called Tucker’s phone, interrupting us once she discovered Tucker had turned off access to listening into the sounds the music studio provided—a clever foresight on his behalf. I may not have been able to face her otherwise, knowing what we were doing inside the studio. Tucker had to pretend I was getting a music lesson.
We had lost all sense of time, and if Alice hadn’t called Tucker, asking if he knew where I was, we might never have made it to breakfast.
Slapping my palms against the gray tiles of the ridiculously sized mancave shower is my attempt to resist touching myself because I have that whole time spent in the music studio on mental replay.
Ophelia Bateman had multiple orgasms.
Ophelia Bateman got thoroughly screwed in creative positions.
Congratulations, Ophelia, you have invited into your heart the biggest distraction in your life. It isn’t fair to lead him on like this. It isn’t fair to your heart. Feelings are messy things; they can go either way. None of this should have happened.
But it did. I gave myself permission to relax, forget for a moment and enjoy this man. I felt safe and adored. I felt worthy.
But I have a secret that could wreck all of these feelings between us. My life got torn apart nearly a year ago. I lost everything. I’m not supposed to have met a man like Tucker, whose persistence won me over.
But I can’t have this beautiful man whose family means everything to him. The past twenty-four hours have been a fantasy, and I acknowledge that and can move on. Naked sex on a piano will stay with me as a souvenir for life.
I had told Teagan I was anti-men until I was ready again. Now, look at what I have done. Alice will tell Teagan I was getting a music lesson, and she will know it wasn’t an actual music lesson. I sounded like I was talking a whole pile of bullshit. I dislike BS talkers, and here I am, acting like one of them.
