Page 112 of Four Cards Exposed

James felt his heart skip a beat. All blood went south. He sucked in a harsh breath.

Susan giggled, clearly pleased with his reaction. Eventually, the shirt was open all the way to her midriff, revealing a silky black bra. It took all his considerable control not to stand up and pull the shirt off her shoulders.

But he could tell how much she needed this—how much she needed to be in control. He would give her this, no matter what.

Susan’s hands went down her breasts, across her taut stomach, and stopped at the top of her jeans. She undid the button and the zipper quickly, laughing at the sound the zipper made, then slid them off her legs. She was now standing in front of him in a matching silky bra and thong set, covered only by the white blouse hanging off her shoulders. As he watched, the shirt joined the rest of the clothes on the floor.

James’s mouth dried up. His cock strained painfully behind his pants.

“Sweetheart,” he begged, but couldn’t seem to get any other words out.

Susan’s thumb hooked into the side of the thong and she pushed the fabric down, baring her sweet brown curls to him. Her bra followed a moment later, and then she was completely naked before him.

She was so beautiful, he stopped breathing for a second, then gasped as she sat astride him, rubbing herself against his suit pants.

“I could get myself off like this,” she whispered, shifting her hips to get more pressure on her clit.

“You could get both of us off like this,” he groaned. “But it’ll be messy.”

She raised herself on her knees, finally taking pity on him. Her hands went to his belt buckle and released his cock, which sprang out.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked. He never wanted to hurt her.

In response, Susan dipped her index finger into her sex. She moaned in appreciation, but pulled it out seconds later, bringing it to his mouth.

“See how wet I am? I’m ready for you, James. I’ve been ready all day.”

James squeaked. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever heard out of himself before.

Susan took hold of him and guided herself down on his cock.

“Susan, wait, I’m not wearing—“

“I’m on birth control, James. We’re both tested for our jobs. I don’t want anything between us.”

James almost whimpered in response. He nodded jerkily, and she started moving again. His cock disappeared inside her slowly—so slowly, he thought he might die.

The pleasure was fierce. He’d always been a visual person—he knew his brain could store complete mental pictures for an indefinite period. But he wanted to remember every feeling of this moment. The weight of her legs on his. The heat of her core, which seared him. The small, breathy moans she made every time he bottomed out inside her. The way her eyes shone, telegraphing her pleasure … and her love.

James groaned. His hands came to her hips and he helped her find her rhythm as she rode him all the way to the edge—until the edge became something so solid, that walking off that edge together, hand in hand, became the only choice.

After, they moved to the bedroom. James held Susan in his arms, wondering what he’d done to deserve this—to be the one who got to live the rest of his life with her.

EPILOGUE

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James

James breathed deeply in and out. Once. Twice. Then a third time, until he was confident he had his breathing back under control. He wiped his clammy hands on his suit pants, clenching and unclenching his hands a few times for good measure. He wasn’t used to feeling this unsettled.

“Are you nervous?” Susan asked, smiling.

He shook his head as if to say, of course not. But he was.

The screen in front of him changed.

“The flight just landed,” he said, feeling his breath grow shallow again.