“Still being a bad girl?”
“No!” I shake my head, desperate not to lose the ground I’ve gained. “Your thumb is in my ass.”
“And why is it there?”
He wants coherent thoughts now? He should have tried for that before he assaulted each of my senses.
“Because…” I groan with pleasure as he plows forward, and the edge of the table hits my clit.
“Why?” He demands, sliding his free hand beneath me, easily finding my clit. The man must have an owner’s manual for my body.
“Because I’m yours.” It comes out as a whimper. I’m at the edge of sanity and if he doesn’t let me have relief soon, I’m going to lose what small fibers of it I’m grasping.
He leans over my body enough so that his breath brushes against my cheek. His touch is everywhere: my sex, my ass, my heart.
In a low growl he says, “Good girl. Come for me.”
My brain explodes.
Intense, breath stealing, waves of pleasure rip through me. My orgasm tears me in two.
I scream out his name.
He thrusts forward again and again while his fingers softly stroke my clit. The intensity wanes, my muscles soften, but the fog has gotten thicker.
“Such a good girl,” he whispers, sliding his thumb from my ass.
He grips my hips, yanking me back at him while he plows forward. Again and again, he thrusts into me until he finally stills, pouring his hot seed inside of me.
As the fog lifts, I drop my hands to the table. Ivan slips from my body and pulls my leggings back up over my punished, sore ass.
His grip is soft as he helps me up from the table, spinning me to face him. The storm inside him has calmed. It’s still simmering inside me, though.
Wrapping his arms around me, he pulls me against his chest. He drops a kiss to my head, hugging me tighter.
“What do you need? A snack, a nap?”
I hug him around his waist, pressing my cheek to his bare chest. His heart thumps steadily beneath my ear.
“This. I just need this for a second.”
He tucks me under his chin. “As long as you need, baby.”
A notification rings from my phone, and my insides twist. I make no move to untangle myself from Ivan. He’s my safe harbor. For at least a few more minutes I can shield myself from the reality that there is no happy ending here.
After I do what has to be done, Ivan will finally realize a future with me is impossible.
“How did you meet Derek?” I put the laundry basket filled with freshly dried towels on the coffee table and grab the top one.
Vee stands on the opposite side of the narrow table folding a pair of socks.
“You want me to tell you about my husband?” She drops the balled-up socks into the basket and pulls out a pair of pink cotton panties.
“We could talk about your choice of panties.” I eye the bikini briefs.
“Are you insulting my underwear?” She holds them against her chest, protectively.
I laugh. “Exactly, those are underwear not panties.”
