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I could taste the salt on my lips as sweat trickled down my face. He groaned into my ear, a guttural sound that did things to me. His thrusts became more powerful, but still torturously slow. The pleasure built and built until I was on the verge of tears from its intensity.
Having him inside me like this—this beautiful, tender union—was something I hadn't even questioned earlier, but now… Now it felt like something crucial I'd been missing all along.
He started moving faster then, building up a rhythm that had me gasping with the effort to control the onslaught of pleasure. Each thrust was perfectly timed with his fingers circling my clit, and he was whispering words I could only catch in fragments.
"Beautiful… perfect… mine…"
"Atticus, I'm…" I couldn't finish my sentence. The pleasure was too much, sweeping over me like a tidal wave.
"I know," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I feel you squeezing me, sweetheart."
And then it happened, the world as I knew it shattered, fragmented by the force of my climax. A scream tore from my throat as my muscles tightened around him.
He fisted a hand in my hair, pulling my head back as he finally lost some of his control.
“Gwen,” he groaned, his voice ragged. His thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging into my hips. A shudder ran through him, and he buried himself fully inside me, his body going rigid against mine.
"Christ," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "You feel so good."
I could feel him shuddering, every muscle in his body taut as a wire. The tension was palpable as he held himself still within me, letting out a guttural grunt as he swelled then spilled inside me.
As the tremors subsided, he let out a deep sigh against my skin. His hand that had circled around my clit now moved up to stroke my sweaty hair away from my face.
"Fuck," he whispered again, planting feather-light kisses along the small of my back. His breathing was heavy but slowly returning to normal as he carefully pulled out of me.
I was the definition of can’t move a muscle. But Atticus got up, grabbed washcloths, and cleaned us both up. His touch was gentle.
When he came back to bed, he pulled me over his body. “This is so when you wake up, you can have your way with me. Just like our first night.”
That was not my f?—”
He didn’t let me finish though, just tucked me to him and whispered, “Shhh. Goodnight, Mrs. Price.”
Chapter 32
GWEN
I climbed out of bed to use the bathroom and get a glass of water. When I was done, I tiptoed back to the room and watched Atticus sleep.
He’d clutched on to the pillow like it was me, nuzzling it deep. It made me smile.
I was too keyed up to sleep anymore. And technically, I wasn't breaking the rule. It was now one in the morning and perfectly reasonable for me to be thinking about exactly how things were going to go when we returned to New York. I knew he said that he had it under control, but if I could find something to help that meant we wouldn't have to go back to the city in fear, wouldn't that be worth it?
Maybe this time, I could have love.
Or it’s another set up.
I shoved that thought down. Just because I was scared didn’t mean I could hide forever. I missed him.
As I shifted, I winced at the soreness between my thighs. Atticus woke me up deep inside me for our third round and kept going. Walking was going to be a challenge later. I was going to have a hot bath before we got on the plane. A deep, soaking bath.
But first, a little research.
My first plan of attack was to look up the death of Brian Riley. From there, I'd move on to her doctor. I could write a script to do an internet search for him. Nothing fancy. Just a search for his practice, where he might be now, as well as an image search.
And then while my computer was doing that, I was going to do a little investigating into who actually committed the murder.
But it turned out, the script was the easy part. Getting files past a secured database was trickier. I could poke around, but I didn't exactly have the finesse for hacking.
