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He gives me want I begged for, slamming me down on him. I take my arms from around his neck to sit up and plant my hands on his legs behind me. My head falls back as I circle my hips on him, my body preparing for the bliss I feel hurdling toward me. A choked gasp leaves me as he slams me down on him once more, grinding against my clit. He arches up into me, hitting a spot so sweet I come apart with a breathy moan of his name.My body feels like ecstasy is flooding my veins, sending stars dancing behind my closed eyelids.
"Look at me," he demands loudly.
My eyes fly open, and my head lazily falls forward.
"There we go, you filthy whore." He groans, and my eyes widen as I realize he's coming again. "Look at those eyes, glazed from the fucking I'm giving you. You made me come in this pussy twice."
I want to smile, but God, I'm too damn exhausted. Instead, I fall to his chest, feeling his heart thundering under my cheek as I try to catch my breath. I almost jump when I feel his hands tracing up my spine. Confusion and excitement fill me in equal measures as I stay utterly still, loving far too much how his fingers trace slow, sensual circles into my skin. It's a complete contrast to how rough we just were. This feels different, like what lovers would do after sex. This feels like strangers crossing over into intimacy, rather than just sex. It's as if he realizes this at the same time that I do, and his fingers are suddenly gone. And with his deep breath, I know our moment, our night, is over.
I lift off of him before he has the chance to move me. It feels less hurtful that way. And why should it even hurt at all? I don't quite know, but it does. I begin to wonder if, out of all the things I was worried about with this arrangement, I missed the biggest thing of all. That feelings would develop for the man I'm fucking every Saturday. Shit.
As I position myself against the headboard, he gets out of bed. Well, at least I can ignore my feelings with the great view of Law's ass as he gets his boxer briefs off the floor. He steps into them before looking at me over his shoulder. I don't even try to hide how I'm watching him. He smiles and shakes his head, then walks over to where his clothes are resting on the chair.
"You didn't get anything last time," he says.
"Huh?"
"From the hotel."
"I got breakfast."
"That came with the room. Get yourself something this time. Dessert. Anything you want."
I want you to stay.My mind whispers. But I doubt that's on the menu.
"Do you recommend anything?"
He turns around, buttoning his shirt as he smirks at me. "Is that your way of asking if I've been here before?"
Kind of. "No."
"Hmm. Get the triple chocolate cake. It comes with a brownie and ice cream."
So, he has been here before. Why does that thought bother me so much? That he may have been here with another woman, doing what we just did. Maybe had the same arrangement with her.
"No."
"I didn't say anything," I state with furrowed brows.
"Your eyes did."
"And just what did my eyes say?"
"That you're overthinking about why I know the chocolate cake is good."
I look down. Shit.
"I've never been here to fuck anyone. Except you."
Why do I care? Why did he just tell me that? Why did he need me to know that? It's all confusing. Too confusing right now.
"And since you asked me a question, I'd say I get to ask you one in return, right?" he inquires.
"Sure."
"How... how's your sister?"
"Oh." I was not expecting that at all. "She's okay. No better, no worse."
