by M. S. Parker
He squeezed his eyes closed as he moved, an expression of almost painful pleasure on his face. My body opened to him, but the fit was tight, causing delicious pressure and friction against every cell. His muscles were trembling by the time he was completely inside and I could feel the strain of him trying to give me time.
“It's okay,” I said. “You don't have to wait.”
It proved how close he was that he didn't argue with me. He began to move in steady, deep strokes that made me moan. And then, when the head of his cock pressed against my g-spot, I gasped out, “Yes! Right there.”
He shifted and his thrusts now included exactly what I needed to start pushing me, fast, toward another climax. My nails raked down his back, not hard enough to break skin, but enough that he hissed in pleasure when I did it. His teeth nipped at my breast before he pulled some of the soft skin into his mouth. Every pull brought blood to the surface and the knowledge that he was marking me spiked my arousal.
As he began to speed up, driven by his own impending climax, I could feel my own approaching. It became a race as I moved my body with his, against his, desperate for us to finish together. Then, as he came with a shout, he ground down against me, giving me the friction I needed to fall over the edge.
I could feel our hearts thudding in our chests, beating in a complimentary rhythm. Our skin was slick with sweat; our bodies still deeply joined as we rode out our orgasms. Even before I started to come down, the thought came to me that what I'd been missing with Brock was right here with Julien. No matter where things went from here, the two of us were connected.
I pulled the blankets around us as Julien slid out of me. I wrapped my arms around him, his head against my chest as he fell asleep. Only when I was sure he was under did I let myself relax enough to fall asleep.
*****
Less than five hours later I was pulled from sleep by loud banging at my door. I climbed out of bed, hoping it wouldn't wake Julien. He turned and moaned but didn’t wake. Good, he deserved to be able to sleep. I snatched my robe off the floor, pulling it on as I hurried down the stairs. Who would be at my door at seven-thirty in the morning without calling first?
I yanked the door open without checking, my brain still too befuddled by sleep to completely function.
My jaw dropped.
It was Reed, standing at my door, looking like he hadn't slept much either. He didn't bother with a greeting or anything else, just blurted out what he'd come to say.
“These past two months have been killing me. I told Britni I couldn't do it anymore. It's over, Piper. I'm getting a divorce. All I want is you.”
To be concluded in the final volume 5 of Sinful Desires, coming October 27th.
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Acknowledgement
First, I would like to thank all of my readers. Without you, my books would not exist. I truly appreciate each and every one of you.
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About The Author
M. S. Parker is a USA Today Bestselling author and the author of the Erotic Romance series, Club Privè and Chasing Perfection.
Living in Southern California, she enjoys sitting by the pool with her laptop writing on her next spicy romance.
Growing up all she wanted to be was a dancer, actor or author. So far only the latter has come true but M. S. Parker hasn’t retired her dancing shoes just yet. She is still waiting for the call for her to appear on Dancing With The Stars.
When M. S. isn't writing, she can usually be found reading– oops, scratch that! She is always writing. ☺