lowered down, taking all of him.
Both of us sighed. I was wet and I took him so easily, letting him fill me. My weight on his lap pushed him deep, as deep as he could go. I’d never done this exact position before, and the sensations were different, incredible. Everything I did affected him. I moved my hips a little with him deep inside me, and he moaned as if in pain.
I dipped my head and kissed up his neck, tasting his skin. “What do you want me to do?” I whispered.
“Anything.” His voice was hoarse. “Anything you want.”
I moved my hips again, and then I experimented with lifting up on my knees and sinking down. That felt so good my brain went blank for a second. I did it again, then again.
Wes kept his hands on me, sometimes gripping my hips, sometimes running his palms up to cup and squeeze my breasts as I moved. Everything he did felt good. Everything we did felt good. I was free and completely unselfconscious, my body moving in rhythm with his without even thinking. I’d had no idea sex could feel like this, and I thought Wes hadn’t either. We were both exploring something new and incredible, giving each other pleasure and taking it at the same time.
We rocked, our hips locked together and his cock deep inside me. He pulled me down and kissed me deeply as I moved. “Tell me you like this,” he said against my mouth. “Tell me you’re going to come.”
“I do,” I panted. “I am.”
His hand cupped my face and I could feel his ring against my skin. The wedding band he’d thought to buy, because even a fake marriage deserved that much respect. He believed I deserved that much respect. He was the most incredible man I’d ever met, and in this moment, he was all mine.
I moved my hips again, and then I found that one spot, the one that made me crazy. Wes slid his hand between us and helped me, finding exactly what I liked, and we moved in the dark until an orgasm crashed over me and I gripped his shoulders, my back arching as I cried out. Even then he kept going, guiding me and moving me, his hips pulsing up beneath me until he finally came, his arms around me and his face against my neck.
It was like a fairy tale. A sexy, dirty, hot fairy tale.
And when the lights came on an hour later, the fairy tale was over.
Chapter 21
Wes
I parked my SUV in front of Penny’s building with a heavy feeling in my gut. It was Christmas morning, crisp and cold and snowy after last night’s dump of snowfall. The power had stayed on after being restored last night, and life for most people was back to normal.
For Penny and me, we were on our way to get a divorce.
Since there was no one on the street, and I doubted the parking meter cops were working, I put on my blinkers in front of Penny’s building and texted her. I’m here.
Coming, she replied immediately, as if she’d been waiting.
I was nervous. Tired. I had a sick feeling of nerves and dread in my stomach. I’d been married less than twenty-four hours, and now we were doing this. Every time I thought about it, the images and memories from last night came into my brain.
Penny, telling me to get naked.
Penny, straddling my lap without a stitch of clothing on.
Penny’s breasts in my hands, the heat of her sinking down on me.
Those magic moments in the dark.
In the harsh, snowy light of morning, I’d tried to brush it off. It had been Christmas Eve; we were dressed up; we’d had a good time, that was all. But lying to myself hadn’t worked, and I’d given up. I’d had more than just a quick screw in my office with Penny. She was more to me than that, more to me than any other woman had ever been.
She doesn’t want to stay married to you. Don’t make her feel guilty about it. Just give her what she wants, which is her freedom.
She came out of her front door, wearing Sophie’s red coat, jeans, and her brown leather boots. Her hair was in a messy ponytail of curls, and somewhere she’d found red mittens that matched her coat. The red against the white snow was pure Christmas, and the spill of her brown curls was pure Penny. She looked beautiful. I held