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I knelt and took him in my mouth for a moment, determined to finish the act the way I never had before for a man. I could do it tonight—I could swallow it. I wanted to, for him.
“Not tonight, Nickels,” he said as he pulled me up, spun me around, and in a few steps pinned me against the bedroom door.
With the cold wood against my back, I clawed at his shoulders. I was his to take, to have as he wished. All I wanted was him inside me. “I’m yours.”
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he repeated, with hunger in his eyes. “And you are mine. You’re my everything.”
Tears threatened as I saw the truth of his emotions shining in his face.
I worked my hands over his torso, his arms, his neck, feeling the bunched muscles as he kissed along my neck and collarbone.
He released me and leaned over to reach for a condom in his pants.
I pulled his arm back. “Not tonight. Please. I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.”
He came back to me and kissed my nose. “Me too,” he whispered.
I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him.
He lifted me against the door.
The sensation as he entered me was pure bliss. We fit so perfectly, and he filled me so fully, it was as if his cock was made for me and me for him.
Then he was inside me, gliding in and out, thrusting, pounding—it didn't matter. The way he made me feel was nothing I had ever expected to find.
With every thrust, I clenched more tightly around him. He brought me closer and closer to the cliff, building pressure within me until I couldn’t withstand it and the sensations crashed through me. The tension built, but I didn’t want to come. I didn’t want it to be over.
I held off my orgasm as long as I could. All I wanted was to stay like this, joined with Josh, banging against the door.
I gave him all I had, all I could. I was his completely. I needed to be his, to stay his.
With several more powerful thrusts, Josh reached the end of his rope and exploded inside me. He pushed harder and deeper, pounding me against the wood, pushing me over the cliff into my soul-blistering orgasm, and we screamed each other’s names.
I kept my legs wrapped around him as he carried me to bed, my pulse banging in my ears. Our hearts beating together filled my thoughts.
I had given him all I had, for him to take—my body and my heart.
He collapsed backward onto the bed. I untangled my legs and laid on top of my man as my breathing slowly returned to normal.
Eventually, he rolled me off to the side and brought me a washcloth.
I shed my heels and nestled up against him, my arm over his chest, my head on his shoulder, still sensing the beat of his heart.
In less than four weeks, he owned my heart.
Chapter 39
Nicole
On Thursday,Wenzel knocked on the frame of my open door. “Got a minute?”
“Sure,” I said, instead of telling him how I really felt about his visits. I kept wanting to call him Weasel instead of Wenzel.
He was followed in by an older, balding gentleman in a suit who offered his hand.
“Nicole, this is my boss, Harold Snyderman.”
Hmmm…a Benson guy. They needed to learn to dress more casually over there.
