Page 125 of If By Chance


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You’re safe with me.

I’m a psychologist’s wet dream.

I lost control once. Then I fought to win it back, yet here I am, willing to give it over to Jake.

But here’s the thing: this time it iswillingly.

I have control over my control.

I hold all the cards here.

I don’t even realize my smug smile when I glance over my shoulder, watching him position himself. As if sensing me, he catches me watching him, the look on my face drawing a hushed chuckle from his chest.

Slap.

Right on the ass cheek.

I moan and back into him.

A devilish smirk curls in his mouth, the dark fire in his eyes knocking the breath from my lungs. “You really are something else.”

He doesn’t give me time to think about anything before he pushes into me. No going slow or warning this time.

I struggle to adjust to his size, but my treacherous body is already growing familiar.

Fucking deserter.

Calling out, I hear my voice echo around every dark corner of the room. His response is a satisfied groan.

For every scream, he thrusts harder, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.

And I only feel him.

The unbearable pain in my chest is nothing but numbness now.

Memories don’t invade my mind.

I don’t think about why I’m in this house with Jake in the first place.

I can breathe.

I’m on the brink, my eyes blurring as I fall closer toward complete oblivion. Then those skilled fingers dip between my thighs, rubbing my core until I’m nothing more than molten. The licks of his fingers become more demanding, drawing the orgasm with so much skill, I see stars.

The sensation of his soft lips pressed against my spine tips me over the edge, the tenderness of his kiss a complete contrast to the way he’s working my body.

I detonate.

Every inch of me shaking, I come with his name lingering on my lips.

Steadying me with both hands on either of my hips, he pushes in and out of me with abandon. He never loses rhythm as he closes in on his own release.

Shocked by my body’s response to him, another orgasm rattles my bones.

My name is the last word floating in the air as we both come undone, lost in each other.

His panting slows before he collapses beside me.

Chests heaving, and both coated in a sheen of sweat, we turn to look at each other, the effects of what we just did slowly creeping in.

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