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“Luke…”
I tear her shorts and panties the rest of the way over her ankles and then flip my woman onto her back.
“Lift your arms,” I tell her firmly.
She smiles with newfound confidence. “You can’t call me PV anymore.”
“No, just PW.”
“W?”
“For wife,” I say, then grab her T-shirt.
She raises her arms, and I lift her shirt. When her breasts spill free, I climb between her wet, juicy thighs and guide my dick to her hole again.
Once I’ve slipped inside and she’s gifted me with a sound of pure connection, I hold myself up one-handed, massaging one of her breasts at the same time. She leans up even as her body is bucking in time with my thrusts, her soaked hole giving me more beautiful wet noises.
Our lips find each other, and we kiss with more heat than I ever thought we could, and I already knew there was a lot inside of us. We kiss like nothing in the world could stop us. There’s no ceiling to this feeling as if our love will grow and grow and keep going like that with no end ever.
We kiss like our souls are fusing. I would’ve laughed at notions like that before.
Ones and zeroes. Lines of codes. Functions with proof and method. That’s the trustworthy stuff of life, but now, as our tongues connect, as the seed rushes up my dick with no sign of stopping, I know it’s true. Our bodies sink closer as our souls melt together, and then I feel her pussy quivering around my dick.
Time slows. It’s like her eager walls are caressing my cock as I hammer her harder, deeper, like her orgasm is coaxing my seed out of me. I can feel every flutter in her pussy, each tiny movement, as though she’s hungrily beckoning for my seed.
We can’t keep kissing through the motion of our bodies. Our teeth click. I collapse atop her into the best position possible—the perfect spot for her to moan directly into my ear. Turning my head, I capture her moans, savoring the warmth of her breath. Then I thrust even deeper. Seed burns up my tip, so intense, like everything hones down to that one tingling point.
I feel deep inside her young pussy squeezing onto me as if her womb is coaxing the seed out of me. The savage thought drives me to my release, and I find her lips again.
“You’re perfect,” I say, breathing huskily. “I love you so much. I can’t stop saying it. I can’t…”
I’m going to do it right here. I’m going to ask the question I should’ve asked when I first saw her in the café window.
I can’t imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?
Then her goddamn cell phone rings.
It’s faceup on the bedside table. I can see it’s Lois, and I know the moment’s gone when Jane turns to it. Jane is mine now. My woman completely.
“It could be about Christopher,” Jane says, her voice tight.
I want to grab her and tell her that whatever happens isn’t her fault.
Even now, the mood changed, and my cock is getting hard again. How could I stop it? She’s crawling across the bed, hips shifting, her ass red from our passion. Her thighs are soaked, but then she sits on the bed, and I force myself to calm down, at least to try.
“Okay. Yes. Fine. Yes. Oh, Jesus. Okay. No, no, you’re not wrong for calling. No, Lois. I already consider you a friend. Yes, I do. Well, I’m shy too. We’ll be shy together. No, yes, I will. I’m here.”
Jane places her hand over the phone, lowering her voice. “I’m sorry. She wants me to wait while she falls asleep. She had a night terror. I’m not sure why she trusts me, but I want to be here for her.”
“That’s why she trusts you,” I say fiercely, “and never apologize for being you. You better put some clothes on. You’re distracting as hell naked.”
I force myself to turn away. Otherwise, I really won’t be able to prevent myself from going full savage, from sinking my hands into her thighs and feasting on her slit all over again. Fuck. My dick’s hard by the time I reach the bathroom.
When I return, Jane isn’t on the phone anymore. She lies on the bed, her legs folded over.
“She fell asleep fast,” Jane says, trailing her hand up and down her thigh tantalizingly. “What’s that you’ve got there for me, Luke?”
I walk forward, my cock bobbing up and down, ready for round two.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jane
“Sir,” the driver says, lowering the partition.
“Yes?” Luke says from beside me.
We’re in the underground parking lot of his building—we stayed at his apartment last night—sitting side by side in the back of the car. He’s wearing a shirt and sharp trousers, and, after the second time we had freaking sex, he shaved the sides of his head, giving him a Viking look with it long on top. I love this man so much.
