Page 82 of Bargaining

She chuckled, soft and warm. “Yes. You.”

You’re a Thorner. Men like us don’t change.I was set. Brittle and unmalleable. Full of cracks and imperfections.

As the wheel spun, her hands were firm, guiding my palms over the clay. “We’re always unfinished. There is always an opportunity to reshape.”

Her breath was warm on the back of my neck. God. I couldn’t get this woman out of my mind. Did she feel this way about me? This incredible yearning, like a sickness?

“Look how well you’re doing,” she whispered.

I twisted to capture her lips with mine. It was an instant collapse and death for the pot taking shape between our fingers, but fuck it. Our mouths met in a passionate kiss. We were both splattered with wet clay, but I couldn’t care less. I just needed her. I lifted her into my arms, carried her to a table, and deposited her with a soft thud.

“We can’t do this in here,” she said, wrapping her legs around my hips.

“Then why have you opened your legs for me?”

She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t be an arsehole.”

I kept kissing her as I fumbled to drag a condom packet out of my back pocket. My sticky fingers trembled, trying to get it open. We were both too messy and frantic.

“Fuck it,” she cried. “I’m on the Pill. Just pull out.”

No, I didn’t have sex without a condom. This woman drove me crazy, but I had to keep some scrap of control.

“Don’t you dare move,” I growled.

I dashed to the sink, rinsed the clay off my hands, and sheathed myself.

“You’re killing the vibe,” she cried.

I strode back to her and hiked her apron and sundress around her hips. “Where were we?”

She gave me an amused look as she lifted off the table enough for me to pull her underwear down. “You were about to fuck me, but you got freaked out about the condom.”

“Ah, yes. I remember now. Lie back.”

She glanced behind her and did as I instructed. I lifted her legs and propped her feet on my shoulders. Lining myself up, I slid my cock through her wetness. All this sass. She wouldn’t be sassing me when I fucked her senseless.

“Remember when you told me sex was off the table?” I took her weight in my hands. “This is me filing a motion to put it back on.”

With one hard stroke, I penetrated her without mercy.

She gasped and arched her back. “Stop being so smug about it and file harder.”

I slipped a finger between us to work her clit. “Keep sassing me and I’ll file you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

I circled her slick flesh with my finger. God. It felt so good to be so deep inside her. Another moan escaped her, and her eyes rolled back. This was all I wanted. To study how to make her breath hitch and her knees shake. To worship her. To be a fucking servant to her pleasure.

Her hips bucked as I pounded her. “Someone could walk in.”

“So what? Let them see who you belong to. You’re mine, Charlotte. You know that, don’t you? My wife.”

“Fake wife. I don’t belong to you or anyone.”

I slowed my pace to lazy, shallow thrusts. Teasing her with just the tip of my cock. Trying to drive her as fucking wild as she made me. I looked down and watched myself moving so painfully slowly inside of her.

“Please.” Her voice was a breathy moan.

I held still. Her perfect pussy made my cock throb with the need to slide home. “Please what?”