Page 41 of The Secret Clause


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What a fucking way to wake up.

“That’s it, baby,” I say, my eyes shuttering as she continues her ministrations, her moans vibrating along my length and sending shockwaves spearing through my veins. “Such a good girl. Look at how well you take me, Ry. You feel so fucking good.”

She whimpers at the praise, her fist closing around me as she focuses her tongue on my head, lapping, swirling, and nipping until my hips buck, a low groan falling from my mouth. “So fucking close, baby,” I tell her, snapping my gaze up to find her eyes locked on mine.

The sheen of emotions staring back at me is overwhelming, and before I can stop myself, I tug at her shoulders, dragging her over my body until her thighs straddle mine.

I grip the hem of her jumper and peel it lazily over her body, my mouth closing around a nipple as I toss the jumper to the floor. She moans, writhing against me as I swirl my tongue then tug her nipple between my teeth.

Her hand snakes between our bodies, cupping me as she guides me to her entrance. She lowers down slowly, hissing at the stretch as her tight pussy clenches around me. I pepper kisses along her chest and nip at the skin of her neck before finding her lip.

She meets my kiss with urgency, her tongue running along the seam of my lips as she rocks her hips, lowering the final inches. I buck up, driving deeper than should be possible, and she moans into my mouth, hers falling open with a gasp when I grip her hips, pulling her almost completely free before slamming her back down.

Fisting her hair, I tug her head back, pressing hot kisses to her neck as my free hand slides between us, finding her swollen clit, hot and needy. Circling it with the tip of my finger, I close my teeth around her pulse point, suckling hard enough I’m satisfied it’s going to leave a mark.

She rolls her hips, chasing her orgasm as her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falling open on a groan when I hit her G-spot, and she does it over and over again until she’s panting, her nails dragging over my back, leaving her own marks behind.

Time seems to slow as we lose ourselves in one another. Breathless moans flood the room with each slap of our hips. When she presses her lips to mine, demanding a kiss that promises to last forever, her pussy pulses, her body shaking with pleasure as her climax overtakes her, and I follow her right over the edge, knowing I’ll follow her for the rest of my life if she lets me.

Ryan traces her hands over my chest a little later, following the lines of ink that colour the skin. “Do we have to go downstairs?” she asks.

“I think we do, baby.” I cup her jaw, kissing her softly. “Mum would have a coronary if we missed Christmas. Though I could be persuaded. That thing you did with your tongue earlier was particularly thrilling…” She laughs deeply, her head tipping back, and I relish the sound.

“I’m such an idiot,” she murmurs against my mouth.

“Why makes you say that?”

“I wasted so much time.” She exhales slowly, her eyes finding mine. “I shouldn’t have left two years ago.”

“You shouldn’t have,” I quip, patting her arse with my hand. “But you’re here now, and that’s all that matters.”

She smiles, snuggling deeper into me. “Merry Christmas, Chase.”

“Merry Christmas, Ry.”

Epilogue

Ryan

One year later…

“CanItakethisthing off?”

Chase chuckles, but he grabs my hand and links our fingers together as he tugs me from the car. I wave my free hand through the air, sighing when I find his solid chest.

“You know,” I breathe, leaning up on my tiptoes until I feel his lips hovering over mine. “If you want to have your wicked way with me blindfolded, all you have to do is ask.”

“I’ll bear that in mind.” He steals a kiss, smiling against my lips, and I wish I could see it. “And you can take it off in thirty seconds, so stop whingeing.”

“You’d be whingeing too if you had this thing on for God knows how many hours.”

“You slept for five of those hours, Ry,” he deadpans.

“Well, if you hadn’t kept me up all night, then I might have been better company today.”

“Are you complaining?” he teases, his hand dancing over my hip. I dig my nails into his chest as his fingertips dip beneath the waistband of my leggings, teasing me with a light graze, as he leans into my ear, his breath coasting over the lobe. “Because I’m pretty sureDon’t stop, Chase. Please. Yes, right there, Chasemeant you rather enjoyed staying up late into the night with me.”

My breath hitches at his husky words, and I whimper as he slips his hand free.

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