Page 90 of The Heart Breaker

He pulls out all the way, slapping his cock against my pussy before thrusting back inside, my legs trembling every time he fills me. I moan helplessly against the mattress as my orgasm climbs higher and higher, until it shatters, making my vision blur.

I can’t speak, can’t breathe, can’t do anything except ride it out while he fucks me through it, each thrust sending another shock of pleasure through my body.

He’s close. I can feel it in the way his thrusts speed up, in the way his breath stutters against my shoulder.

I feel him pull out of me and I whip my head over my shoulder just in time to see him rip off the condom and fist his cock.

“Fuck—” he groans. “Gonna come?—”

Heat splashes across my ass as he spills all over me, groaning through clenched teeth. He keeps stroking lazily, squeezing out every drop, and then drops onto the bed beside me, his chest heaving.

He grabs the pillow beneath him and holds it between us, arching a brow. “You know I’m never sleeping on this again without getting hard, right?”

I groan and slap both hands over my face. “Oh my God. I cannot believe I did that.”

He laughs under his breath, tossing the pillow aside, and crawls back over me, pressing soft kisses on my chest. “It was hot as fuck,” he murmurs, flicking his tongue across my nipple and groaning at the way it hardens. “You couldn’t wait for me?”

I let my head fall back against the pillow and exhale. “You were busy with someone else, so…”

He lifts his head just enough to look at me, his mouth still on my skin, and one dark brow goes up. “You got jealous?”

“No,” I say a little too fast. “I just… didn’t realize you were seeing someone else.”

I regret the words the second they’re out of my mouth, because I know what this is. We fuck. That’s it. He started sleeping with me because he wanted me out of his system, and none of that gives me any right to care who else he talks to or who else he touches.

Doesn’t stop that gross feeling from climbing up my chest anyway.

He props himself up on one elbow and brushes my hair back from my face. “Aurora… it was my sister.”

I blink. “What?”

“Sophie,” he clarifies. “My dad is…” His eyes drift for a second, his jaw tightening before he looks back at me. “If she calls, I answer. Every time.” He swallows. “I’m all she has.”

Oh.

Guilt settles deep in my bones. I was lying here working myself into a spiral over his sister.

“So it wasn’t another girl?” I ask.

His eyes lift to mine and he smirks. “So you were jealous.”

I roll my eyes and shove at his chest. “I’m leaving.”

Before I get very far, he catches my wrist and tugs me right back down until I’m on my side facing him again.

“I’m not seeing anyone else,” he says, his thumb moving softly over my cheek and a tiny inch of hope blooms in my chest. “Are you?” he asks, his eyes meeting mine, the muscle in his jaw jumping.

“Maybe…” I tease, which only makes him narrow his eyes.

“Aurora,” he warns.

A laugh slips out of me, but I shake my head. “No,” I tell him. “I’m not.”

The corner of his mouth lifts, and I watch his eyes drop to my lips and mine drift to his too.

Kiss me.

It repeats in my head over and over again, but I swallow the words down. I made that rule for a reason.