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We broke apart, breathless, and I looked into her eyes, searching for any signs of doubt. There were none. Only a fierce heat that matched my own. “Are you sure?” I asked, giving her one last chance to back out.
She ground against me and it was all I could do not to whimper. “Fuck yes, I’m sure.”
Then her hands were on me, tugging at my sweatpants, freeing my aching cock. I hissed in a breath as her fingers wrapped around me, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I wanted to savor the feel of her, to commit every moment to memory, but more than that, I wanted, needed to touch her.
I reached for the hem of her shirt - my shirt - and pulled it over her head. Fuck, she was a vision, all soft curves and creamy skin. Her perfect tits begged for my attention.
I didn’t make her wait, dipping my head, capturing one nipple between my lips. I licked and sucked, reveling in the way her breath hitched and her fingers dug into my shoulders. “Oh, god, that’s so good.” Her moans, breathy and desperate, filled my head, a sweet symphony that spurred me on. I was driving her crazy, and I knew it. Until it was too much. “Rhett, please,” she gasped, her voice a plea I couldn’t ignore.
I shifted, positioning myself at her entrance. She was wet and ready for me, and the knowledge that I was about to be inside her, skin to skin, was almost too much to bear.
Her eyes locked on mine when I gripped her hips, holding her still as I slowly, inexorably, pushed inside her. The way she shuddered with pleasure rippled through me and I had to grit my teeth to hold back.
God, this connection between us felt electric, so strong I could almost touch it. It was too much to think about, so I let myself get lost in her, lost in the feel of her body against mine. I pulled her close and kissed her, hard and hungry. She gave as good as she got, and I could feel myself spiraling out of control.
“Come on, Scarlett. Take control.”
It was all the encouragement she needed. Her movements started slowly, just a gentle rocking of her hips, but in no time at all, the urgency was building. Her nails scored my back as she rode me, her movements growing more frantic with each passing second. I could feel the coil of tension building deep inside me, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. But I wanted—needed—to see her fall apart first.
I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I circled it with my thumb, pressing and rubbing in time with our movements.
“Rhett!” she cried out, her body convulsing around mine as her orgasm swept through her. The sensation of her climax triggered my own release, and I thrust into her one final time, spilling myself deep inside her.
Scarlett collapsed against my chest, her body lax and sated. I held her close, my arms wrapped tightly around her, never wanting to let go.
We stayed like that for a long while, the silence between us comfortable and intimate. The world swam back into focus as our breathing slowed and our hearts stopped racing. Finally, Scarlett lifted her head, a hot smile playing on her lips. “Christ, you’ve got some moves on you,” she said, her voice husky with satisfaction.
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead and pulling her close again. “Straight back at you.”
She nestled against me, but there was a tension in her body that hadn’t been there a moment ago. “It’s getting late. I should…”
“Mm mmm,” I agreed, but I made no move to stand up. I was content to stay right where I was, with Scarlett in my lap and the taste of her still on my tongue. I really wanted her to stay the night. Wanted to wake up with her in the morning and…Not be a couple, you dumb fuck.“I’ll drive you home.”
CHAPTER 23
Scarlett
Pulling up at my parents’ place with my playboy billionaire baby daddy. What could possibly go wrong? The list for that was as long as my arm and that fact had my insides all twisted up. Probably not good for the babies, but there wasn’t much I could do about that.
Just as I’d predicted, the moment I’d rung Mom with the news, she’d flooded me with questions and then an insistence that I bring Rhett over for dinner. So here I was, cherry pie in hand and said baby daddy by my side. And absolutely no idea what to expect. Honestly, I didn’t want to get out of the car. At all. So I sat there, staring through the windshield, wishing I was a million miles away.
“We going in, or nah?”
“Um, yeah, of course.”
Rhett went to grab the door handle, but I stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“There’s something I have to tell you first.”
“Sounds serious.”
Oh good, he totally got the gravity of the situation. I took a deep breath, bracing myself. “Um, yeah, it kinda is. It’s just that I haven’t exactly told my parents the full details about our... situation.”
Rhett raised an eyebrow, that little half-smirk playing on his lips. “Oh? And what details would those be?”
As if he didn’t know full well what I was referring to. “About us not actually being, you know, a couple.”
His smirk widened into a full grin. “So to your parents, I’m what? Your boyfriend? The baby daddy you’ve been shacking up with?”