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I rub myself against him. He’s thick and wide. He may be shrouded in his boxer briefs, but there’s no question that he’s as aroused as I am.

Mewling, I lick my tongue over his bottom lip.

“Jesus, lilac.” His voice escapes in a groan. “I want you.”

I want him too. Desperately and madly. I want to come.

I grind myself into him, not caring that a barrier separates his cock from my pussy.

“Keep. Doing. That,” he spits out each word harshly.

I throw my head back as my body heats from the inside out. I got myself off this morning in the shower when I thought about him, but it wasn’t like this.

Nothing has been like this before.

He inches his hips up, carving small circles for me to ride on.

I take it all, shifting so my clit is resting against him. My hands slide down to his shoulders. I leverage myself as I chase an orgasm. My first orgasm with him.

“Fuck.” His eyes widen. “You’re going to come, aren’t you? Say yes. Fucking say yes.”

“Yes,” I almost scream.

His hands tighten on my waist, helping to control my movement as I ride him shamelessly, not caring what I look like.

“Your tits,” he breathes out in a twisted moan. “They’re beautiful.”

I look down to catch his gaze stuck on the front of my bra. “Undo it. Take it off.”

He reaches behind me with one hand. In an instant, the clasp is free, and the bra is sliding down my arms.

He tosses it somewhere behind me.

“Oh, fuck.” One of his hands leaves my side as he reaches for my breast. “So pretty. Such pretty pink nipples.”

I throw my head back with a moan when I hear those words. When his mouth finds one of my nipples, I teeter on that edge.

It’s that edge of release. It’s the moment before my body splinters into a thousand shards of pleasure.

I rock back and forth, using his cock to chase my desire, and when I come, he bites my nipple hard, sending me straight into a second orgasm that steals my breath and leaves me trembling in his arms.

Chapter 26

Liam

By the time I walk back into my bedroom, Athena is fully dressed.

I expected as much. As soon as she came, she rolled off of me, curled into a ball on her side, and worked to catch her breath.

I cradled her from behind with my bare chest pressed against her back.

I wanted to slide those boy shorts down and fuck her, but she was spent.

When she asked me to get her a glass of water, I took off for the kitchen without question.

I knew that the odds were high that she’d be aching to leave when I got back.

“Thank you,” she says when I hand her the water.


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