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“Let me.” I unzip, and she grabs my cock, stroking me. It’s a strange angle, and I don’t care at all. She has a firm grip, but her silken palm feels so damn good. Her touch would be enough to make me come if I didn’t have more control than that.
When she turns around to face me, I don’t know where she’s going with this, but I want to go there, too. She bites her lip and smirks. “Stay just like that.”
“Okay—"
She vanishes under the blanket, and I’m floored. She can’t possibly want to—oh. Yes. Yes, she does. Her wet mouth is on me, and I’m going out of my mind. Her tongue slides up and down my length, before she takes me into her mouth fully, swallowing my cock.
My jaw grits, and I suck in a breath through tight teeth like a hiss. “Fuck, baby, that’s so good.”
She laughs with me in her mouth before she keeps at me, and I’m lost to it. To her. Whatever she wants, I’m down. I’d give this woman anything. Everything.
When her lips slide off me, I feel the loss keenly. “I want you inside me, Anderson.”
“How?” I pant.
She scoots back up from under the blanket and gets into spooning position. “Like this.”
As gently as I can manage, I pull her dress up and her hips back before I explore her from behind. I want to make sure she’s ready for me, and oh hell, she’s so wet that my fingers slip into her. She groans for my touch, working against my fingers in little thrusts. “This is what you want?”
In a throaty moan, she demands, “I want your cock.”
God, this woman is going to kill me. And I’m going to let her.
When I get into position, I plunge deep in one stroke, earning a growl from June and a gasp from myself. She feels too good. I don’t ever want to stop being inside of her. Every thrust is magic between us. I grab her hip for purchase, and she rocks back to meet me each time I dive back in. She clenches around my cock like she’s close again, and I need to feel that. I need to make her come on me.
My hand slides over her dress for her tits, and when I get there, she gasps light and feathery and arches to press her body into my hand harder. She is everything and more, and I cannot believe I am buried up to the hilt in my dream woman. It’s unreal. I don’t deserve this. She’s going to come to her senses. She has to.
So, I’m going to make it count.
I tour her body, memorizing her soft curves as I reach between her thighs for her clit. When I get there, she mutters, “Oh, fuck yes.” That’s my girl. It’s not three seconds before her body tenses and she cries out, coming on me in a fit of delicious agony. She jerks in my arms and still works herself on my cock, like she needs more.
I roll her onto her stomach, my fingers still on her clit, my shaft buried as deep as I can go. And still, she writhes on me. I hammer into her and try to ignore the pain in my balls as they beg for relief. Not yet. She’s not done.
When June grips the arm of the chaise and shudders again, I feel it, too. Her body milking me. It’s like she’s pulling me over the edge with her. She lets out a strangled gasp. “Come for me.”
My vision flashes black as I come in a roar. There’s no holding this back. Not when that’s what she wants from me. A shock of pleasure bolts through me, making me twitch and throb and spasm inside of her until I go weak from it and narrowly avoid collapsing onto her back. I flop over onto the second chaise, dying for breath.
Carefully, she turns onto her side. “Be right back.”
I half-heartedly nod, too blissed out to speak. There are no words for what just happened. At least, none of which comes to mind. For once in my overly verbose life, I’m speechless. Utterly without thought.
Until I hear footsteps. It’s not June—she hasn’t managed to get up yet.
But a purposeful throat clearing tells me precisely who it is, and I yank the blanket over us before Dad sees anything he shouldn’t.
Chapter 34
ANDERSON
His imperious tone tells me all about his judgmental thoughts. Thankfully, it comes from a distance, which means he hasn’t seen anything. Probably.
“You have missed supper, but your mother wishes for your presence at dessert. Don’t be late, and do be dressed.”
This is bad. This is so bad.
I blurt, “We’ll be there.”
“Very good.” His stiff tone is followed by fast and quiet footsteps, which means his previous loud footsteps were loud on purpose. When the door shuts behind him, my relief is nowhere in sight because she is going to be pissed.
