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I grab my wallet and slip out my condom as she wiggles her ass in anticipation. I quickly cover myself and rub my hard length along her crack.
“Fuck, you are beautiful. Tell me this is what you want, Blair.”
“Yes, God yes, please, Dalton. I want you inside me…hard,” she pants against the granite counter, bent over with her legs now on the ground in front of me. What my baby wants, my baby gets. I dive inside her slick pussy like a man on a mission, making her scream my name and cry out her pleasure for the world to hear. Let them be green with envy wishing they had the love we’re making.
Our sounds bounce off the kitchen walls as I pound into her harder. I squeeze her thick hourglass hips, thrusting deep and hard, watching the beauty of my cock disappearing inside her. My legs start to shake, and my vision starts to cloud. Her walls clench tight around me, and I’m just as close to coming.
“Come for me, baby,” I say, slipping my finger between her and the table to rub her wet clit. “Right now.”
My words pull an animalistic groan from her, and soon she’s pulsing around my cock, setting off my own orgasm, and I swear to God I see heaven. It rips through me from my toes through my entire body. I grip the counter for support, collapsing against her back. It takes us several moments to catch our breath.
“That was amazing,” she says.
“You’re amazing.”
I find my balance and stand. When she turns around, she takes my breath away. I knew Blair was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew she was special, but now that she’s mine, she’s beyondbreathtaking.
Chapter Eleven
Blair
Spending the weekend in bed with Oliver, Dalton, I should say, was the greatest decision I have ever made. Legitimate baking was done. It was just eaten off of each other’s bodies, so not exactly kids’ cookbook material. Now we’re hanging out on his couch playing a game of Mario Kart and sipping White Russians.
“We should watch The Big Lebowski next.”
“Definitely, but first,” I pause for dramatic effect as I slide Yoshi past the finish line. “I win!”
I shout and jump up into my traditional goofy happy dance. My sister Poppy and I always play this game, but I don’t usually win. It’s hard to beat someone who designs video games for fun.
“Oh. You got me. Damn, baby, that was pretty impressive,” he laughs as I shuffle my hips and pump my fists in the air.
I laugh too, but like a moth to a flame, I’m drawn back to him, and when I go to sit down, I decide his lap is the best place.
“Mmm. I could get used to this,” he says, rubbing his big hands up my thighs.
I moan too and decide that straddling his lap was the perfect idea because when I arch my back, his welcome hands move to squeeze my ass. I’ve never felt more beautiful or wanted before, but everything is comfortable and sexy with Dalton. His eyes turn that dark and primal brown that tells me exactly what he wants, and I want it too. I don’t think I could ever get enough of this man, but when I grind my hips into his growing erection, his phone starts ringing.
His head falls back, and he makes a very unhappy sound as I laugh and reach for his phone on the coffee table.
“It’s an unknown number.”
“Only four people have this number. You,” he says, touching my chin sweetly. “Fitzy, my mom, and the FBI.”
“So what you’re telling me is you need to get this,” I reply, handing it to him.
Nodding reluctantly, he quickly answers. “Hello.”
I can’t hear what the other person is saying but worry spreads across his handsome face, and I place my thumb in the dent of his chin dimple hidden away without his smile.
“I understand. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me when. Honestly, the sooner the better,” he says into the phone, but he’s locking eyes with me.
He hangs up the phone a few minutes later with a grim look on his face. I cup his cheeks in my hands, encouraging him to look up at me. When I do, I gasp at the fear I see.
“What did they say? I assume by your brooding expression it wasn’t Fitz on the phone.”
My attempt to lighten the mood works, and the side of his mouth curls, if only just slightly.
“They’ve taken Moretti in. His daughter, Ashley, is already out on bail, but he and his sons are sitting in a jail cell, awaiting the trial.”
