“It’s true.”

“I know it’s true. For both of us.” He pressed his bared teeth to her ear. “I fucking love you. I’m only like this for you. I serve you.”

Jiya’s stomach contracted with such immense affection and lust, she gasped. Moisture coated the juncture of her thighs, spreading down, lower. “Then h-help me. Make me come. I love you, too. I love you—”

“Nice and easy, press your middle and index finger inside your pussy. Good girl. Good. Use all that wet you made to fuck yourself.” He looked down at the fingers sliding in and out of her entrance and groaned, his own hand busy on his shaft. “Goddamn, that’s pretty. Give yourself five pumps, then rub your clit with your middle finger. Just like that. Around and around. Now push the fingers back in—hard, baby. Fuck it hard. Harder.”

Jiya’s head was spinning. Andrew’s voice was weaving a symphony of filth in her ear, propelling her toward the crescendo. She could hear her own sobbing breaths and feel her breasts heaving. On either side of her hand, her thighs started to tremble, the most delicious pressure building low, low in her belly. “Andrew. Andrew.”

“I’m here. Those are my fingers. I’ve finally got them in your tight, ripe cunt and I’m tickling that secret G-spot only I know about.” The slap of flesh between them grew louder, coming from them both, the gaps filled in by harsh grunts and feminine whimpers. “Jesus, you’re so fucking juicy—I can’t wait to get you on your back again, baby. And I’m not going to pull out next time. You’re getting all of me and I’m going to hold your legs together afterward to keep it in.”

The force of Jiya’s orgasm threw her back against the wall. Out of necessity, Andrew broke the no touching rule by holding her up and the final three, frantic strokes of his sex were done directly against her clenching flesh. He bellowed her name into the curve of her neck and a spray of moisture arced across her belly.

Jiya was still in the throes of intense, pulsating pleasure when Andrew spun her around to face the wall, groaning as he released the rest of his spend on her buttocks and lower back. Why that would make her fingernails curl against the wall and another shockwave to pass through her, Jiya didn’t know. Only that her body responded to his pleasure like it came from her own body. On a sob, she squeezed her thighs together and pressed her open mouth to the wall, swimming through wave after wave of her climax. And all the while, Andrew breathed filthy, wonderful, slurred praise into her hair, ensconcing her heart in pleasure, as well.

“Beautiful woman, standing here naked for me. So hot. So perfect. Making my cock miserable. You feel better after that nice, hard fuck? God, I love you. I fucking can’t live without you…mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…”

Jiya would never know how she ended up on the bed with her head on the pillow. Or how long she was blacked out before waking up to find Andrew seated, looking down at her with a wealth of tenderness. Back in his shorts. Regrettably. She only knew her heart sighed as he dragged his fingertips down the side of her face, cupping her there.

“I’d love to let you sleep forever, but you have to be at work.”

She turned her head, brushing her lips against the pad of his thumb. “So do you.” In the stillness, she watched some sadness dance in his eyes. “What is it?”

He glanced away, then refocused on her. “The night everything happened with my father, we were on the boardwalk and…I was going to ask you out. I was just thinking about how different things would be now, if it hadn’t rained.” With a laugh that lacked humor, he dragged his hands down his face. “Or if he hadn’t been a bastard.”

She sat up and laid her head on his shoulder. “Don’t think about what we missed, think about how we’re going to have it in the future.”

“I am.” He kissed her temple, his determined expression causing a flutter in her midsection. “I never stop thinking about it.”

“Good,” she said, nudging him. “Don’t.”

His lips jumped. “I won’t.” After a moment, she heard him swallow. “Listen, sweetheart. I got a text from Handler. There’s another run tonight.” He hurried to continue when she started shaking her head in denial. “Everything is going to be fine, okay? Just…come to breakfast in the morning, huh? Every morning? I can do anything as long as I know you’ll be there on the other side.”

Trying not to betray the fear prickling her nerve endings or look too closely at his row of stitches, Jiya nodded jerkily. “I’ll be there. Always.”

“Always,” he said on a relieved exhale. “Okay. Thank God. Just hang in there with me.”

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