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Maceo grips my chin, not painfully, but enough to get my attention. “You need to understand how serious this is, baby. Tell me you’ll listen?”
I close my eyes, tears squeezing out of the corners. “I’ll listen.”
No more words are spoken when Maceo captures my lips with his—passionate and searing. His mouth is hard and demanding, forcing his tongue past my lips. I gasp and he sweeps his tongue in to dance with mine. My lord, he tastes divine—like fine bourbon, heaven, and sin.
Our tears mix and our need for each other takes over. Wanting him to consume me, I cock my hips and rub my sex against his muscled thigh. I’m sopping wet with need; the evidence is clear from the wet trail I leave behind on his leg.
“Naughty kitten,” Maceo purrs like a jungle cat. Rolling me under him, Maceo drives forward inside me, ‘till we’re pelvis to pelvis, and stills.
Good golly, I nearly combust on impact.
He only waits for me to exhale before he starts rotating his hips, pulling back, and pumping forward. I don’t hold back the moans building in my lungs from the pleasure he’s producing in me. The sounds escaping me are animalistic, fueling the beast that lives deep inside of Maceo. His dark brown eyes dilate to black, he growls with need, and pounds into me faster.
Needing to feel closer to him, I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck, running my fingers over the shaved sides of his head and into his thick black hair on top. He moans and leans forward to kiss me.
Again, and again he hits that secret spot buried inside me only he can reach. His heavy balls slap against my ass in a deliciously painful way. Warmth seeps to every extremity of my body when he kisses me, pouring all his love into me from his lips.
I won’t last long. When he gets all carnal and territorial, I immediately go into overdrive. He makes me needy. I ram my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust.
My toes curl, my legs shake, and the air in my lungs stills right before I’m tumbling into sweet oblivion.Oh my…My pussy convulses and clamps down on his hard-as-nails cock. “Maceo!”
Maceo swallows my cries with his mouth and pumps once more before I’m filled with his warmth. He groans loudly, pulsing inside me, all the while my body continues to pull him deeper.
We hold each other ‘till our breathing settles and the last of our aftershocks have faded. The heady musk of our sex perfumes the air and envelopes us in a cocoon.
He sighs into my ear. “I love you, Josephine. I’m sorry I hurt you, but ultimately I’m doing this for you, to protect you from him.”
“I love you too. And I know you never meant to hurt me, but I don’t want to talk anymore about Gianna or Lorenzo.”
Without breaking our connection, Maceo positions us on our sides. He tucks my head under his chin and hums with satisfaction. I swear on all the bourbon in the world he isn’t going soft, and it’s pretty clear he has no intention of pulling out.
As tired as I am, I’m uncomfortable with the dampness between my legs. I squirm and he swats my bottom playfully. “Don’t even think about breaking the connection.” He nestles his head against the pillow, closing his eyes, and leaving no room for negotiation.
Too bad for him I’m not a pushover. “Maceo, I know what you’re doing.”
“Mm?” He feigns drowsiness.
I shove against his chest, but he holds on tight, refusing to slip out of me. Irritated, I huff. “Listen, you alpha asshole, I know you’re trying to get me pregnant, but I’m not going to bed sopping wet and chafe all night.”
With his eyes still closed, a broad, cheeky smile stretches across Maceo’s face—the kind of smile he uses when I’m not privy to some inside knowledge. He must sense my eyes burning a hole in him because his brows furrow as he opens his eyes. “No?”
I glower. “Yes, no.”
Maceo pouts, crestfallen. “Aw, come on, baby. Give me a little longer, at least. I thought you were going to put me on pussy probation for a month. You can’t blame me for wanting to be as close to you as possible.”
When I shove against his chest this time, he allows me to escape to the bathroom. I shake my head. “You need to get better about wrapping up. Getting pregnant is not on the timeline ‘till after the house is done, and it will definitely happen if we keep this up.”
He mumbles something which sounds awfully similar to ‘you already are.’
My head pops back into the room. “Excuse me? What did you say?”
Maceo looks at me innocently. “Nothing.”
I waggle my finger. “I’m not pregnant.”
Maceo looks at me with a searing gaze, his eyes trailing to my lower abdomen and back to my face. His lips curl into a stupid grin that would melt the clothes right off my body if I was wearing any.
I guess we’ll agree to disagree.
