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A moment later he was pushing inside me once again. My head went back, welcoming him deep inside me. I would never get tired of this with him. I always felt whole when he was inside me. It was like being joined with another human. It was a connection I had never felt with anyone else.
He took his time with slow strokes. My body felt like there were a million pinpricks hitting all the right spots. Every spot felt like a G-spot. I didn’t want it to ever end. Unfortunately, my body had other plans. It was on a mission to get to the end. I wanted the explosive orgasm, but I also wanted the slow, luxurious ecstasy.
“I don’t want to,” I murmured aloud.
He stopped moving almost immediately. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” I complained.
“You said—”
“I don’t want it to be over,” I clarified. “This is too good. I don’t want it to end.”
He kissed me. “We’ll do it again,” he said. “Just like this. Over and over.”
He took us both over the edge before lying beside me. He held me close, kissing the side of my face. I could get a little too used to this with him. His tenderness got me every time. I loved the fast and hard sex, but the tenderness was just as good.
“I’m glad you’re staying the night,” he said. “I like holding your naked body against mine.”
“I like it, too.”
“Good,” he said and hugged me closer.
The warmth of his body along with the heavy comforter over us felt so good. I couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content and safe.
27
CANE
Iwoke up with that same warm breast pushed against my chest. I didn’t feel like I needed to rush out. I wanted to lie with her for as long as possible. Her sweet body curled against mine. She was so relaxed. I was as well. That could only happen when you trusted someone. I trusted her. I didn’t think I would ever get that way again. For a long time, I was convinced I would not be able to trust another woman. Then along came Noelle.
What the hell was I doing with her? I kept trying to put a label on this thing, but I couldn’t. We were in a fake relationship, but it wasn’t fake. Was it? In my head, we were more than just an employer and employee. But what if she was just going along with what I was initiating? If I was being honest with myself, I had initiated every encounter. I invited her to my house. Twice. The hotel room had been me. Did she feel obligated because I was paying her? Was I essentially paying for sex?
She was not someone who would accept money for sex—I didn’t think. I wanted to believe she was with me because she wanted to be. Then my mind started to go elsewhere. Was she only with me because of who I was? I’d seen where she lived. She wasn’t exactly living high on the hog. I was the proverbial sugar daddy.
She stirred against me. I looked down at her and quickly dismissed the idea she was fucking me for my money. Noelle didn’t seem the type. I was going to trust my gut and assume this thing that was happening between us was natural. It was just the result of two people being attracted to one another and acting on it. Nothing more.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” I teased softly. “We should probably get up and get ready to go.”
“Already?” she groaned.
“I suppose we could lounge around another half hour or so,” I said.
“I have to go to work.” She yawned.
“I thought you said you were off today.”
“Off, but not off,” she said, sighing. “I have to go to the orphanage early and help get things set up. I promised Mrs. Drummond I would.”
“I’ll get you there early,” I promised. “Why don’t you get up and take a shower? I’ll make us some breakfast.”
She went up on her elbow. “Why don’tyoushower, and I’ll makeyoubreakfast?”
“Really?”
“Yes.” She kissed my cheek. “You cooked for me. It’s my turn.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” I said and rolled out of bed.
