There’s no preamble as his mouth goes directly to my breast. His tongue and teeth torture my nipples while his hands find my center. “Fuck, Angel. You’re already so wet.”
Of course I am, he’s touching me. “Need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He pushes one finger inside me, and I buck up. He adjusts his body to keep me still as his mouth takes care of my breasts and his finger pumps in and out of me. His thumb pads over my clit and I cry out. “Oh my God.”
Justin pushes a second finger inside me and crooks it in a come-hither motion. I squirm but I don’t have much room to move. Instead, I grip the comforter. He’s got me at every pleasure point, it’s all too much. My eyes roll back, and I see stars. Nothing else exists except what he’s doing to me. My entire body clenches.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me.”
His words are like a catalyst. I cry out as my body spasms with the most explosive orgasm of my life. Before I come down completely, he smiles at me. “I’m not done.” His mouth travels from my breasts down my stomach.
“Justin, I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Yes, you can,” he says as he licks me from opening to clit. With both hands holding my hips down his tongue swirls around my clit. I clutch the comforter again, and he sucks at me. His hand moves to tease my clit as his tongue enters me. “Fuck, Justin.”
“Yes, say my name.”
Sensation soars through me again. Quicker than the first time. And before I know it, my body is spasming again. I call out his name as I come on his face.
When I eventually come down, Justin is rolling a condom over his cock. He doesn’t enter me immediately. His body covers me, and our mouths find each other. Our tastes and scents mingle, turning me on even more. I move my hips below him. His cock rubs against my already sensitive clit. “Justin, stop teasing me.”
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and slowly enters me. He’s looking down as he enters me inch by torturous inch. Once he’s entered me all the way he looks at me and starts moving. There’s nothing rushed, but it’s no less tense. He pulls me close to him to get deeper. He’s touching every part of me. I’ve never been this consumed by another human. I throw my head back and close my eyes in pleasure.
“No.” His voice is rough. “Look at me. I want to see what I do to you. And I want you to see what you fucking do to me.”
I do as he says and his pace increases. “Justin, more.”
My words must fuel him because he pumps even faster inside me. His strokes are harder and erratic. But he never loses eye contact. “Fuck, Angel. You feel so good.”
I clench around him and he moves his thumb over my clit. That’s all I need. I grab onto his forearms and my world turns upside down. I’m panting his name and I have a vague idea that he’s grunting mine. He swells inside me and I cry out as we both go over the edge together.
Justin collapses on the bed next to me. We take several long moments just laying there catching our breath and waiting for our heart rate to regulate. I don’t know what happened between us. But whatever it was, it wasn’t merely having sex.
Eventually Justin gets up and heads to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When he returns his smile disarms me. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
I say a silent thank you that he doesn’t make things awkward. Because after what happened, things could easily go that way. We didn’t have sex, or even just fuck. We made love, and I don’t think either of us are ready to deal with that. I mean we barely know each other, we couldn’t—
I think about everything that’s happened over the last week. The conversations, the sex. The way we’ve been spending time together. Fuck, it is possible. I may well be in love with Justin Ellis. I bury my thoughts and answer him the best way I know how. “Me, too.”
Chapter 10
Justin
I’m sitting in a meeting with Wyatt. He’s got the blueprints for one of the buildings we’ll be working on. We’re nowhere near the renovation stage, but he wanted to get a head start. He’s convinced with slight adjustments to each unit in the building, we can optimize the light and insulation. I agree with him. And even if I didn’t, I trust his judgement when it comes to this side of things more than my own. I’m no architect. Details of any kind aren’t really my thing. I’m the big picture guy.
Still, Wyatt insists on having my input. “And if we remodel some of the bathrooms, we'll be able to use the gray water more effectively. Of course, you’ll need to consult a plumber too.”
I grunt in agreement and continue to stare out of his office window. He really has a great view. “You probably have better contacts than me in that area.”
“I do.” He comes up next to me. “But you can at least feign interest here. What’s up with you anyway?”
“Nothing.” I answer him without thinking. It’s just a knee jerk reaction because I don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering me.
The fact that my secret wife is working a few rooms away with his not-secret wife is just the tip of the iceberg. Angela has crawled under my skin. Something happened between us the other night. I know we made love. It may have been a first for me, and not even I’m stupid enough to deny that.
I have a feeling every time she walks into the room, I get a goofy grin on my face. She makes me forget my train of thought. In all my life I’ve never been so
