Page 84 of A Simple Regret

Get that man a fucking crown.

“You’re getting close. I can feel you squeezing me,” he murmurs. Leaning forward, he pulls one nipple into his mouth and gently bites down. He quickly follows it up with a swat on my ass. I gasp at the sting, and…don’t hate it.

He rubs the smarted skin with his palm and says, “You liked that. I felt your pussy convulse.”

I start to move faster, up and down, up and down. “I didn’t hate it,” I confess.

“Good to know.” He grips my ass in his big hands and helps me as I fuck him. “I want to feel you come, Maren. Come all over my cock while I fuck your pussy.”

The combination of his dirty words and the way his cock brushes against my G-spot sends me soaring once more. I come hard, despite having already orgasmed in the last handful of minutes. The moment my release is triggered, he pumps his hips up hard and fast, filling me over and over until he goes still. He grunts my name before flexing his body upward a few more times.

I fall against his chest, his arms wrapping around me and holding me close. “You okay?”

“Mmm, more than okay,” I assure him, pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

I pull back and take in his chest, running my finger over his tattoos. “When did you get these?”

He glances down, a faint smile on his lips. “The fish I got with Quinn. He’s got one too. We were commemorating our birthdays and decided to get matching fish tattoos. Cade and Collin have puzzle pieces, so Quinn and I thought we needed to follow suit.”

I grin. “Fitting. What about this one?” I ask, brushing my fingertips over the intricate black ink.

“The compass. It’s a reminder that even through the darkest times, I can still find my way.”

My throat is suddenly tight. “I think we can all use that reminder,” I tell him.

“Look closely.”

I meet his gaze before returning my attention to the ink. The room isn’t dark, lit by the morning sunlight, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy to see. Leaning closer, I scan the beautiful piece of art until…

My mouth drops open and I look up. “Is that…”

“A strawberry? Yeah,” he replies with a smile.

I touch the small piece of fruit hidden in the center of the compass. “Why?”

“Because there was a woman who has owned my heart since we were sixteen, and even when I need a little help with direction, she’s still there, guiding me home.”

Tears burn my eyes. “But what if she’s the reason you were lost?” I whisper.

He reaches up and cups my jaw. “She’s always been my home. I knew that compass would someday lead me back to her.”

My heart is pounding so hard as I throw my arms around his neck. He wraps his around my waist, holding me tightly as I cry. “I’m sorry.”

“Shh, enough of that. You’ve already apologized, and I’ve forgiven you. We’re only looking forward, remember?”

I sit up and nod, wiping away the tears. “I remember.”

“Good,” he replies, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips. “Now, I need to get this condom taken care of, and we need to get ready to go have breakfast with your boy. I bet you’re anxious to see him.”

I nod. “I am.”

“All right, then let’s get moving.”

I glance at the alarm clock on his nightstand. “We don’t need to rush. We still have a little time.”

He offers the most wicked grin as he replies, “I have big plans for you in the shower, Shortcake.” He flexes his hips. “Big plans.”

“Mommy!”