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My cheeks warmed. “Am I being interrogated?”
“No, but you’re quite touchy about it. It’s fine if you were.”
“I…I was more flattered. He’s risen from nothing to become a top designer, and I was impressed by that.”
“Hmm, okay. Anything else happen?”
I covered my face with my hair. He kissed me and tried to get me to leave you for him. Even that I wasn’t sure of. Hayden moved on impulse. He probably had many passions and lovers he leaves in love with him. Telling Paul would only make him upset. Besides, I don’t want Hayden. Therefore, I told Paul, “I told him I love you…I missed you.”
“And that you were sad,” he said in a gentle tone. “It hurts knowing I caused that.”
“The break was hard for me. I know why you did it, but I already know my life is better sharing it with you.”
He put down the iPad, leaned over, and kissed me.
“Okay, so now you can answer my questions. What’s up with you and Ingrid?”
“Nothing.” He sighed. “We had some on-again, off-again times years ago. She contacted me about the documentary, and I was interested in the project. We reminisced about our teenage years. I enjoyed Bobby, Berlin, and I got the work done, but I needed my Nadia.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I also meant it when I said these hours alone are ours. We have a lot coming our way, and we need to take these moments together whenever we can. I know we were excited today, but we can wait.”
His eyes searched mine. I wasn’t on the pill, and that would mean I could get pregnant again. “I know, Paul. But you also said we didn’t need to put our lives on hold. As I told you when we were together after what happened to me, I want to have our babies.”
Paul grinned broadly. “Babies.” He lifted my shirt, kissed my stomach, and rested his head on it. I rubbed his head, my heart too full to speak. We could wait, but we both didn’t want to. Dad’s cancer had taught me to not take time for granted. I hoped our child would get to know him. My plans changed, but I could still reach my goals. And better still, I wouldn’t be alone. I’d have the man I loved to share my life.
Paul kissed low on my stomach, and I laughed. “What are you up to, Mr. Crane?”
He unclasped the front of my slacks and growled. “Correcting your mistake, Ms. Sokol. Since when are you allowed clothes in bed?”
I laughed. “I’m not sleeping.”
“You will after I make you come.” He removed my pants and thong, and I tugged off the camisole, leaving me naked.
He moved between my legs and stared. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
I covered my heated face. “Paul.”
“It’s the truth.” He ran his fingers through my slick folds, then tongued me, swirling around my clit. I shivered and heated up. “Paul….”
“Mmm. Your pussy tastes so sweet. Spread those sexy legs for me so I can feast.”
Oh, fuck. I parted my legs, and he moved them wider, placing his hands underneath my ass and tilted my hips. My eyes fluttered in utter bliss as Paul teased my clit with smooth, hot strokes of his tongue. I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy hair as he lapped, delved, and sucked. He buried his tongue inside me, and the pleasure was almost too hard to take, and I trembled while gripping his head. “Ohh, this feels so good.”
“Mmm,” he moaned, and let my ass go, and two of his fingers slid inside me and caressed when I lost myself. My body tightened more, and my breathing turned harder. “Ohh, my love.” I shuddered in pleasure as his fingers pumped faster as he stroked me with his hot tongue. My back arched, and I held on to his head as pressure built. My body stiffened. “Ohh, Paul. Ohh. Ohh, God. God.” He groaned and sucked my clit, and I cried out as I shook, the ecstasy of the climax taking me. He clutched my thighs to keep me down as he lapped my clit, making my orgasm longer. “Ohh, God…ohh…” I squirmed, but he was ruthless, lapping and stroking my pussy as I quivered in his grasp.
“Oh. Shit. I didn’t—” a female called from the door.
I gasped. Ingrid!
But Paul didn’t stop, and neither did my orgasm. I moaned louder.
Slam.
Paul didn’t miss a stroke in his sensual demand. I squirmed as he lapped and stroked, quivering as another orgasm sent shocks of ecstasy coursing through me. He kissed my bare mound, then lifted his head. Our breath moved in staggered pants until we calmed, and I came more into my senses. “What the hell?”
“Ingrid’s never been one to knock first. You didn’t lock the door?”
“I didn’t think I needed to.”
He shrugged and moved off the bed. “Well, she definitely won’t return now.” He undid the buttons on his shirt.
