I cracked, hearing the echo of his words over and over as my body lit up in hundreds of flashes of bright light.
“Britta, I love you,” he repeated into my ear as I came down, body reeling, surrounded by his heat. “There was probably a more romantic time to say that, but I couldn’t wait any longer.”
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I HADN’T PLANNED to tell her I loved her, and definitely hadn’t planned to do it while edging her to orgasm with my fingers, but my plans seemed to matter less and less when I was around her. The entire night had been one surprise after another, and learning she was the one writing the story about the mentoring program was completely unexpected.
When Britta’s trembling subsided, she sank into the pillows, her body limp and cheeks flushed. “I knew you’d be good at that,” she said in a breathy voice.
I planted gentle kisses on her shoulder and collarbone. “Oh?”
“I’ve been fantasizing about your touches since the first time you gave me a back rub.” She slid her fingers down my chest, slowing over my stomach.
When she wrapped them around my erection, giving an experimental stroke, I closed my eyes against the rush of pleasure. I should have slowed down to consider what it meant that I’d confessed I loved her and she hadn’t said it back, but I ached to be inside her and it was all-consuming. I reached for a condom in my nightstand and rolled to my back. “I’ve been fantasizing about you on top of me.”
“You have?”
Dragging my index finger up and down her thigh, I tilted my head to meet her eyes. “I want to see your beautiful body and have my hands free to touch you.” I kissed her, our lips coming together slowly and sweetly, but both of us quickly succumbed to the growing heat. “Please let me see you.” Stroking her calf, I guided her thigh over my hip. I kissed her, my tongue stroking the seam of her lips.
She nodded and watched me roll on the condom. Britta grinned and slowly shifted her body to mine. I’d never experienced such an overwhelming urge to take in a person all at once, but tried to go slow, to give her time to be comfortable. I guided her hips forward, my dick brushing against her slick heat. “Fuck,” I moaned, close to coming from that small touch. She was right there, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance as I held her gaze. “You’re so beautiful.” I lowered a finger to circle above her clit, pulling a delicious moan from her throat. “I knew that before I ever laid eyes on you.”
She whimpered and sank down, bringing me into her body inch by inch, her heat tight around me. She was tentative at first, her eyes meeting mine, and I stilled, letting her lead. Her whimper was the best sound I’d ever heard. I wouldn’t last long this time, but fuck. I leaned forward to take a perfect hard nipple in my mouth, which made her grind against me faster. She liked when I used my tongue on her, and I was more than happy to oblige.
Britta cried out, pressing her palms against my chest as she found her rhythm and chased her pleasure. The set of her jaw and the look in her eyes made it clear she believed how much I wanted her. I felt it in the roll of her hips when she didn’t care, because she wanted me.
“Britt,” I panted, heat pooling at the base of my spine, my orgasm building.
She rode me with abandon, rocking and moaning against me, her full, round ass landing against my thighs with a maddening rhythm. She looked free, and I wanted to hold her and never let her go.
Her voice hitched and she tensed, the most amazing expression crossing her face as she dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m coming! I’m coming!” She repeated the words as if I couldn’t tell, as if her entire body wasn’t erupting, and I gripped her waist harder, my own release barreling through me, as she spasmed around me. The world cut out, and there was nothing but her. She mewed, tiny whimpers as her rocking slowed, and I stared at her, regaining my breath and knowing the rest of me was lost to her.
She slumped onto my body, breathing hard, her heaving chest against mine. “Wes, holy . . . wow. Best workout ever.”
I laughed. God, this woman. I wrapped my arms around her. “Ready to stretch?”
“I hate you,” she said, resting her head against my shoulder, fingers dancing over my chest before she flattened her palm over my heart. “I hate you . . . more than I’ve ever hated anyone.”
Those words filled me—like they were part of me, and she wouldn’t pull them back. Even though she hadn’t said it, Britta’s love felt like it belonged to me, and I wrapped her tighter in my arms.
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I made a discovery this weekend, readers. As we all know, sex can be good cardio, and good sex can . . . well, burn a lot of calories. What I hadn’t counted on was the FitMi app already having a premade entry for sex on their exercise tracker. I know how many calories you burn is based on the type of activity, length of time, and body type, but still . . . doesn’t sex being in the app make you want to exercise a little bit more? I wonder what badge this might lead to . . .
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WES STEPPED INTO the bathroom, and I felt an odd sense of loss, lying there alone on the bed. I snatched my phone from my bag on the floor to distract myself from the competing forces of my mind whirring and my body completely relaxed.
Claire: Rumor is that Maricela decided who will get the promotion.
Claire: I’ll buy you a consolation martini on Monday.
I stared at the text and took in the feel of Wes’s bedding under my naked body, the scent of us lingering in the air. I let my eyes fall shut, relishing how comfortable it felt. If the promotion would be decided soon, I’d have a better idea of where the project was going. I could ask Natalie for help on how to manage the appearance of a potential conflict of interest. I was certain readers would love a happily ever after story.
“What’s wrong?” Wes walked toward me, still gloriously naked, so at ease with himself, and I drank in the sight of him, still amazed this was real. What was better, his eyes traveled my body, displaying the same expression I imagined I must have had. I set my phone on his nightstand and enjoyed him looking at me as I followed the lines of his body to his belly button, then down the thin line of hair. Damn.
“Absolutely nothing’s wrong.”
Wes climbed into the bed, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. “You sure? You looked concerned,” he said, nuzzling my neck and stroking me from my hip up my side and then around my body.
I liked feeling his hands on my stomach, and I smiled. I settled back against him. “Very sure.”
“There’s so much I don’t know about you.” His warm, hard chest against my back felt right. “How long have you worked at the magazine?”
It was so freeing to get to talk about this. I couldn’t believe he was so unbothered. “Four years. I’ve wanted to tell you about it.”
“I knew you were an excellent writer after I looked through your notebook in your apartment.” He dropped kisses on my shoulder, these sweet little pecks that made me want to pause and write an ode to his lips. It was as if someone had opened up a valve in Wes and now all this affection was flowing out of him.
“Oh yeah? My doodles inspired you?”
“You could say that.” His breath puffed near my ear, and a trickle of anticipation eased down my body. “I read a haiku you wrote about touching yourself.”
“What? No!” I tried to turn to face him, but he held me tight. “I can’t believe you read that!”
He nipped at the sensitive skin below my ear. “I committed it to memory. On a precipice, my fingers, like your soft tongue, edging me closer.”
My entire body flashed hot. “Well, that’s embarrassing.”
“Informative,” he said into my neck. “I’m very interested in using my tongue to take you to a precipice.”
“I can’t believe you never told me you read that, or that you wanted to know anything else about me after!”