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He continues plunging into me over and over again. I pull onmy arms, still tethered above my head, dying to touch him but equally knowing that if I ask for it, I’ll never get what I want.
Without breaking our kiss or any strides of the deep fucking he’s giving me, he reaches up and releases my arms. My wrists are still tied together but at least my arms are free.
I’m able to touch his beard, his neck, and his sexy chest, covered with the same-colored dark hair that sits on his head. God, he’s sexy. I want to touch and lick every inch of him.
Eventually, I wrap my arms around his neck as the onslaught continues. My belly tightens, knowing another orgasm is closing in.
With each thrust of his hips, my body is lifted off the counter. I’m climbing the ascent with the peak in reach, but part of me doesn’t want to get there yet because the journey is so damn good.
As if sensing it, his mouth takes mine again to drown out my noises. The wave begins to crest, and I can’t hold back anymore, so I let go. It crashes down as the most intense orgasm of my life washes over me.
His tongue has to suck mine to keep my screams at bay, but as my orgasm recedes, his intensifies and he groans into my mouth. I suck his tongue this time to keep his loud final roar at a lower volume.
His thrusts slow until they eventually stop, though our mouths remain together. We’re both breathing loudly. I love his breath on me and in me.
Eventually, our lips peel back and it’s just his forehead on mine.
He breaks the silence first. “I knew this would happen.”
“You knew we’d have sex tonight?”
He shakes his head. “I knew if I had one little taste, I’d be addicted to you.”
I’m about to admit the same when we hear Harper’s voice at the top of the stairs. “Daddy? Are you home yet?”
He quickly pulls away from me with a worried look on his face. “Yes, bug. Need some water?”
In a sleepy voice, she croaks out, “Yes.”
“Stay upstairs. Get back into bed. I’ll bring you some in a minute.”
“Okay, Daddy.”
He quickly disposes of the condom, pulls up his pants, buttons his shirt, and grabs a bottle of water. “I’ll be right back.”
I shake my head as I hold out my wrists. “Untie me and then go be with her. She’ll want a story to fall back asleep. I’m going to head out.”
His brow furrows while he releases my wrists from their confines. “I think we should talk about this. Don’t go yet. I want you to stay.”
I don’t want to come down from this high. What if he tells me that it’s a one-time thing? Or worse, a mistake. I couldn’t bear it. I want one night to bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.
I peck his lips and then begin to gather my clothes. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Montgomery.”
He hesitates briefly before finally heading toward the stairs.
While he’s upstairs, I quietly dress, leave, and drive home. Flashes of what we just did play on repeat in my mind. My body is still pulsating with both excitement and contentment. There’s a delicious ache between my legs. The same goes for my lips, nipples, and wrists. That was more than sex, and I want more of it. More of him.
I quietly enter my apartment. Kam is, mercifully, fast asleep on the couch. She was probably waiting for me. She’s going to interrogate me in the morning. I’m glad I need to be at the Montgomery’s house early. Maybe Kam will still be asleep when I leave.
After laying a blanket on her, I head to my room. I should shower but I can still smell him on me. I’m not ready to let go of that yet. Even though I have to be up early, I decide that I’ll shower then. I want to smell him on me all night while I dream of him, though the real Tanner is much better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER TWELVE
BAILEY
Ipeel my eyes open to the sounds of my alarm in the early morning. I see a blurry figure I know like the back of my own hand. Kam is standing over me, staring at me. She sniffs. “You had sex last night.”
Shit. I don’t want her to know. I pull the blankets up on my body. “Ugh, what are you rambling on about at this ungodly hour? Why are you awake? Why are youalwaysawake?”