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I rolled the condom down slowly, ending the motion with a kiss right above his belly button. His abs contracted, and he shivered. I guided him to my entrance, lining us up perfectly. With an inhale, he entered me in one smooth motion. We exhaled together.
Andrew started out slow, watching me as if he thought I would disappear. Behind the fear, though, was a look of total reverence. Whether he loved me before, loved me now, or could love me forever, he at least adored me. And for now, that was enough.
Our bodies were horribly out of sync, though. It wasn’t because we didn’t have the chemistry—God, I wish that were the case—but we had different ideas in mind. I was eager to feel his release, to chase mine; Andrew wanted to savor every stroke. “It’s as if—”
“As if what?” His grip under my ass loosened so he could finger my curls. “As if this is the last time, Ace?”
I cringed because we both knew: this would be the last time.
He continued his slow ascent to bliss, and I slowed down to match him. With each stroke, I felt more and more bonded to this man. This man who I loved. Who I was in love with. Who was not my husband.
As we got closer to our release, finally, Andrew picked up the pace. He reached between us and rubbed slow circles around my clit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out but a small moan escaped regardless. Andrew’s gaze fell on my lips, watching my breath move from between them. “Tell me I’m yours,” he demanded.
“You’re mine,” I gasped.
“And you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I’m yours.”
He squeezed my ass as his hips rolled into mine, and I almost went blind with pleasure.
“Andrew,” I begged. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Don’t make me say it. Don’t make me beg.”
“Alicia.” I shivered at the authority in his voice, his tone demanding obedience like a hand cupping my throat. “You may be married to Michael, but right now, you’re mine. Say it.”
I said the words he so desperately wanted to hear on an exhale. “Andrew, make me come. Please.”
As he fulfilled my pleas and also set off his own release, all I could think of were the words I didn’t say. Fall in love with me the way I am with you. And make it forever.
I could tell I was in for it when I heard, “What on God’s green earth am I seeing right now?!”
I bolted upright in bed, my vision not quite in focus but swerving to where I heard the shriek. It was coming from the doorway, and fuck me, it was coming from my mother.
At first, I thought it was just because I was naked. My mother was a woman of great modesty, so anything less than a full nightgown to bed was seen as a ticket to Sluttown.
But then I realized: Andrew was still in my bed.
Also naked.
“Alicia Danielle Jones, you get up this instant! And you too, young man! Put some clothes on, both of you!” Mother, more distraught than either Andrew or I, searched the floor for our clothes. “Michael will be here any minute and he can’t see you like this—”
“Michael can’t see me like this? Are you serious??” My outrage raised my voice an octave or two, to the point where my shriek almost matched hers. “You just caught your daughter in bed with a man that’s not her husband, and you’re worried about appearances?”
“Yes, Alicia, I’m worried about appearances. Get up right now!”
“What’s happening?” Andrew’s low, sleepy murmur came from a spot right behind me. He pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and I smiled.
“I second that question.” A stony voice came from behind my mother, and Michael pushed through the doorway.
“Shit,” Andrew muttered.
