Page 43 of The Linebacker

Oh, did she ever obey.

Her body arched, water lapping against the side of the tub, and she cried out, his name tumbling from her lips on a half sob, half prayer.

He kept pumping into her, his movements slowing as her body relaxed against him again, until he pulled his hand away and cupped her chin, turned her to face him.

His gaze searched her face. She smiled and impulsively kissed his nose.

His answering grin was a sight to behold.

His hand slid around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. His lips crashed into hers, his tongue dancing out, teasing at her until she opened for him.

She tried to roll over so she could straddle him, but he grasped her hip and held her in place as he broke the kiss.

“I want you just like this,” he said. “Are you still on birth control?”

While she knew there were condoms in the cabinet under the sink, that was too far away, and frankly, she trusted Amil.

“I am,” she assured him and then she kissed him, her body half twisted so she could access his lips, while her ass stayed firmly in his lap.

He reached down, adjusted himself so that his cock was between her legs instead of pressing against her ass. She tried to grind against it but was frustrated by the lack of pressure.

Finally, she leaned forward and lifted her hips. Grasping his cock, she notched him to her entrance and sank down as he filled her, stretching her until she groaned.

She rocked against him a few times until he moved easily inside her, and then she leaned back against his chest. One of his hands smoothed down her body to her pelvis, pressing against her while he thrust up, again and again, until the water steadily lapped against the sides and some of it splashed out of the tub despite his earlier efforts to avoid this scenario.

Whatever. They’d clean it up later. She was staying in the moment, enjoying every thrust, every drag of his body against hers, every tingle of her nerve endings as she inched closer and closer to a second orgasm.

The hand on her pelvis moved lower. His fingers grazed her clit, and that was all it took for her to soar over the edge into beautiful oblivion.

He grunted, his movements becoming jerky and desperate until he stiffened and she felt her insides warm as he found his own release. Then he gradually relaxed back into the cooling water.

His arms came around her, hugging her to him, and she felt him bury his face against her hair with a deeply satisfied sigh.

For just this moment, she let herself go, let herself simply enjoy.

Without worrying about the curse.

Chapter

Fifteen

Amil was certain this day could not get any better. Although a quick glance at the vintage bathhouse clock hanging on the wall told him it was after midnight, so technically, the best day of his life was really the best two days of his life.

He'd just had mind-blowing sex with Diana. In a tub, which was hot as hell, but more importantly, she was still lying here, in his arms, still bathing in the afterglow.

She wasn’t tense, she hadn’t started talking about how this should not have happened or whatever other worry he’d fully expected her to express by now.

She stretched, her back bowing, her breasts jutting into the air, and his cock twitched, already prepping for round two.

“I really, truly do need to bathe,” she murmured.

He flipped on the tap. The water had cooled significantly by this point.

And then he helped her clean up, pouring shower gel onto her little pink poof and dragging it over her body until his cock was back to desperately throbbing.

She washed her face and then sighed. “I suppose we should get out now.”

He was half afraid to do it, half afraid this calm and yet sexy moment would fizzle away when they stepped out of the tub.