Page 60 of The Hard Choice


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Once inside, Corey changed Amelie into her PJs, gave her a bottle, and then barely rocked her for two minutes before she had fallen asleep once again. Even the transfer to her makeshift crib—the pack-n-play—had gone smoothly. The older she got, the harder it was to lay her down without her waking up wanting more cuddle time.

Then Corey grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bedroom. Her heart pitter-pattered a light tune, her hand slightly shaky. He stopped at the foot of the bed and kissed the hand that trembled.

“Why does this feel like the first time?”

She giggled. “Because it is.”

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I mean, like the first time I’ve ever done this. I want this to be perfect.”

The nerves that had been ramping up inside settled. “It already is.”

His eyes glittered with desire and then his hands and lips were all over her. His lips invading her mouth, telling her what was happening would be the best thing she ever experienced. His hands roaming, touching her everywhere, confirmed she’d be feeling the effects of his touch days afterward.

Clothes disappeared haphazardly on the floor. Their bodies tangled to the bed, both laughing at the way they fell together in unison.

Then he was moving his lips across her cheek, down her chest, circling her belly button, and landing on the spot that she craved, ached for him for the longest time. His tongue swirled and did things she had no idea could hit spots. To make sure he stayed down there—not that she thought he’d stop—her hands found his head, holding him there. Massaging his head, and at times, pulling on his hair, begging for more.

Before she knew it, she was screaming his name and moaning loudly, filling the quiet room with her pleasure.

Corey chuckled as he drew back up her body and settled on top of her. “That was loud.”

She winced, trying to look behind him to the hallway, yet he blocked her view. “Sorry. It’s been a long time. I needed that. I promise not to do it again and wake Amelie.”

He kissed her, smiling a dazzling smile that she hoped to see more often. “As long as it doesn’t wake her up, be as loud as you want. I loved hearing my name on your lips as you came. So.” A hard kiss to her lips. “Damn.” His hand wove through her hair, tightening, as his lips attacked hers once again. “Gorgeous.”

The heat between them built once more, the kiss increasing in intensity, making her ache for more. For him. All of him.

“Corey, more. Please. Now.”

He lifted slightly, a devilish smile tinting his lips. “I want to take my time.”

“It’s torture.”

“It’s fun.”

She grinned, swatting his ass. “You’re wicked.”

He winked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Then his lips were caressing her skin down her neck to her ear and back to her lips while his hand slid down, touching her. Oh, again so soon. But she wanted him deep inside. Yet she didn’t protest as a finger, then two slid inside, his thumb pressing on the right spot as he loved her thoroughly with his lips and his hand.

This time she was able to suppress her joy as another orgasm hit her because he kept kissing her, drowning out any loud noise.

“I could keep doing this over and over in so many ways.”

She felt sated from head to toe. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and revel in the bliss spreading throughout her body. “No more torture. Give me what I want.”

He kissed her eyelids, chuckling. “You’re not getting any sleep tonight, sweetheart. Nothing but torture.”

She smiled as the bed shifted, telling her he was digging for a condom in his pocket. She had more in her bathroom if he only had one. She heard the crinkling and popped open her eyes to see him donning it on his hard cock. His eyes blazed with heat, his body taut with tension. It was time for him to release that tension.

She lifted her hips, wanting it all. He only chuckled at her, then grabbed her hips and slammed inside. The rush of bliss slid up her spine as he filled her completely. He didn’t wait for her to enjoy the sensations; he simply continued to create new ones as he pounded in and out.

“God, Genevieve, you feel so damn good.” His hands were planted firmly on her hips, gripping hard, telling her she’d have marks on them tomorrow from the way he held onto her.

Thrust after thrust, the sensations built again.

She’d never come so many times in so little time. Corey knew how to hit the right buttons, how to build her up until she would explode into bliss.

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