Page 102 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

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John’s hand left her hip, so he could ghost his fingertips over her trembling lips. “What do you need, love?”

“You.”

His grin colored with sin.

His gaze only reflected her.

John pinched Siena’s chin between his forefinger and thumb to draw her closer. Their lips grazed while he pressed his forehead to hers. Her hair made a curtain around them. It blocked out the rest of the world, like it didn’t even exist in the first fucking place.

Just them.

Right there.

In that moment.

Together.

She only rode him when he asked for it, and came down harder on his cock when he pulled her into him. Every stroke of his length inside her brought her a little bit closer to the edge. It made the high already filling her mind that much better.

“Who’s my sweet girl, huh?” John asked in a murmur. “You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

His husky, rough words slipped over her skin.

Like a silken promise with sharp edges.

It wouldn’t hurt, though.

She knew that.

Pleasure snaked through her body, and assured bliss was soon to come. Every drag of her fingernails over John’s broad shoulders only made his muscles twitch against her touch. The way her name rolled off his lips in a groan was beautiful.

“Are you mine?” he asked again.

“All yours, John.”

At least, until he didn’t want her to be.

And even then, she thought …

She would still be his.

Siena rubbed at her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand. She was unsure if the sight in front of her was real, or she was still stuck in a dream.

She blinked.

Nope.

John was still there, doing exactly what she thought he was doing. For another minute, Siena said nothing, and simply watched John as he placed books back on the shelf. One by one, with careful hands, he arranged each book and pulled the spines out to the edge of the shelf.

“John?”

“Hmm?”

He didn’t even sound surprised that she was awake, and watching him. He didn’t turn around to see her watching him from the hallway, either.

“What are you doing with my books?”

“Fixing them,” he said.