Page 118 of His Son's Ex

I loosen his tie and let it fall, relishing the sight of him in front of me. He’s all lean muscle under that shirt, and I can’t wait to get it off of him. This man is lethal in every sense, but right now, that lethal energy is directed toward worshipping me.

I want every drop of it.

He skims his palms along my waist, pushing up the hem of my blouse, eyes hungry. “You sure you’re okay?” he asks softly, voice laced with concern. “With everything?”

I nod, hooking an arm around his neck. “I’m more than okay. I want you, Dante.”

He groans, capturing my mouth again. Our kisses are urgent, relentless. My hands roam under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the taut muscles flexing beneath my touch. I quickly undo the buttons and push it off his shoulders after he slips my blouse over my head.

We stumble toward the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes along the way. He lowers me onto the soft mattress, then gently climbs over me, propping himself up on his elbows, eyes locked with mine.

“I’ve missed you.”

He grins, leaning down to kiss the corner of my mouth, then my jaw, slowly trailing his lips down my throat. “I’ve missed you too,” he says. “You’re so beautiful like this… carrying our child.”

Emotion floods through me. He moves lower, feathering kisses across the swell of my breasts, licking my nipples, making me gasp. My head tips back and I slide my fingers through his hair, guiding him, encouraging him.

“I will never let you go again,” he promises.

He palms my belly, tender and reverent, then slides his hands lower, teasing the waistband of my panties. My breath catches and I clutch his shoulders, tugging him closer, needing more. Needing all of him.

He slips down between my thighs, teasing me, and I moan, pushing into his hand. He spreads me open, my folds already slick and wet for him.

He slides three fingers in and out of me, his thumb on my clit making slow, perfect circles. “Just like that,” I say. “Please, don’t stop.”

“Come for me, Eva.”

That’s all it takes. The orgasm rips through me, my back arching.

“That didn’t take much time,” he says with a confident grin.

“What can I say? Absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Come here.” We’re finally skin to skin, just drinking each other in.

His cock is hard and perfect, precum at the tip waiting for me. My mouth practically waters.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

He groans, lowering himself over me slowly and carefully, desperate to be closer.

“I love you, Eva.”

“I love you, Dante.”

I can’t wait another second. I take hold of him by the base, stroking his cock as I guide him into me. He pushes deep yet slow, my body welcoming every inch.

“Oh, my God,” I moan.

“That feel good?”

“So damn perfect. Don’t stop.”

We find a rhythm that’s patient at first—as if relearning one another—but it doesn’t stay that way for long. I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. Our bodies move together in beautiful synchrony.

My hands explore his back, his shoulders, the way his muscles flex as he moves in and out. He kisses me again, deeper this time, and I taste the hunger in him. His hands move up and down my curves, over my breasts, squeezing them gently as he thrusts deep into me again and again.