THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,260

patience than anyone gives you credit for.”

He bites his lip and sucks in a long breath. “My patience isn’t that strong,” he growls, nudging me with his erection. I open my legs a little, in invitation, and he slides in, just barely entering. My muscles contract around him, drawing him in further, wanting every inch to fill me completely. Moaning with pleasure, I relish the sensation of having his ridges rubbing the insides of my sex. “You feel so good, Morg. So good,” he says against my neck.

“Nothing feels as good as this,” I return, lifting my hips, forcing him to sink all the way inside. Steven’s eyes slam shut as he hisses out a long breath. Grabbing his firm ass, I guide him to thrust into me again and again. I feel his hands grasp my waist and then he’s rolling us over, but he doesn’t release me. Using those biceps I was just complimenting, he lifts me and lowers me without breaking a sweat. I use the tops of my feet on the bed to keep balance as he fucks me. I brace myself by gripping his wrists. I can see his face, the smirk, as he penetrates me. He turns me on top into something of his own variety.

“What about this? How does this feel?” he asks, white teeth peeking out from his lips. “You like it when I fuck you like this?”

Readjusting my grip, I try to lower myself, but he doesn’t let me. “It feels like you’re fucking me. Let me,” I beg.

His smile widens. He loves it when I curse. It’s the most erotic grin I’ve ever seen and I tighten around him in response. Steven loosens his grip and I ride his wet cock, rocking my hips as I slide up and down. He groans and closes his eyes at the same time that every muscle on his sculpted stomach flexes. With two rough fingers, he rubs and presses my clit in perfect small circles.

Leaning over his chest, my hair cascading over his pecs, I explode around him, flexing as much as his hard girth will let me. Turning me over with ease, he places me on my back as the tingles taking over my body subside. He continues thrusting into me, his chest sliding my breasts up and down as he eases in and out of my body.

His pace slows and his lips find mine. “I fucking love you, Morga-liscious,” he says against my mouth, before he buries his face in my neck. I feel him nibbling the chain of my necklace.

A small smile creeps onto my face as I relish the connection, of being filled and whole in all ways.

“I’m coming inside you,” Steven growls, pounding into me a few more times before sheathing himself entirely, his dick throbbing as he releases deep inside me. I wrap my legs around him to keep him buried inside me as his body jerks with the force of his orgasm.

Taking his ear between my teeth, I whisper, “I love you, too…fiancé.” His chest reverberates laughter. He leans up, brushes several strands of my hair out of my face, and shakes his head at me.

“You are unpredictable in the best kind of way. Has anyone ever told you that?” he asks, eyes chock full of love.

Smiling wide, I tell a white lie. “Just you.”

“Forever, then?” Steven asks.

“I’m pretty sure it’s set. Till death do us part.”

In the end, when all artificial light is gone and only the moon glints through our bare bedroom windows, we’re nothing but indistinguishable silhouettes anyways. Just a man and a woman in love.

Into the dark I whisper, “All I’ve ever needed is the S word.”

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The spur of the moment living room dinner party turns out to be the best decision we could have made. Windsor is holding her sweet baby daughter on her hip as she makes polite conversation with Toni, my newest apprentice. I owe her in more ways than I can quantify. If it weren’t for her, Alex’s charade could have continued on for longer than it did. I shiver with that thought. I’m still endlessly disappointed in myself for that disaster.

Maverick has his screaming son slung over one shoulder when he approaches me. “Horse shit,” he deadpans. “What bathroom can I use to hose this magical ogre off?” Putting a hand over my mouth and nose, I point to the hallway, trying to control my laughter.

“Did he roll in some fresh patties?” Steven asks, wafting a hand