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“Bed.” I manage to say in between kisses as I back her up until her legs hit the mattress and she falls back onto the bed. I quickly strip out of my clothes before joining her on the bed. “I’m going to taste you all over,” I vow, starting with her lips, I work my way across her cheek, to her jaw, and down her neck, moving lower and lower until I reach her hard nipples.

Cover one of her breasts with my hand, and I knead her sensitive flesh before rolling her rock-hard nipple between my fingers. My mouth was devouring her other breast, licking and sucking until she was squirming beneath me. “That’s it. Show me what you like.” I blow a stream of hot air across the tight skin, causing it to tighten even more.

“I-I need you down there.” She pants, her moans music to my ears.

“Down where, love? Tell me where you need my tongue.”

“On my pussy. I need to feel you there.” Her hips thrust up as if searching for relief.

“As you wish.”

Her hips freeze. “You’re quoting the Princess Bride at a time like this?”

“Evidently, I’m not doing a good job of pleasuring you, if you’re still coherent enough to get my references. I’ll need to remedy that.” I dive between her thighs. My hands pinning her hips to the bed as my tongue licks her from hole to clit.

I might be an English professor, but I know my anatomy, and right now I’m going to make my girl scream in pleasure before finally claiming her like I’ve wanted to for so many years.

“Oh, yes.” I glance from between her legs to watch her arching her back as she rolls her nipples through her fingers.

“Come for me.” I gently thrust a finger into her soaked hole. Her slick walls tightly clamping onto the digit as she explodes on my hand.

“That was amazing.” Her body relaxes against the soft pillows, and I almost hate to disturb her, but I know we both need the big release that only the joining of our bodies can give.

I kiss my way back up her body to claim her lips. Her eyes widen when she tastes herself on mine. “Do you like how you taste?” I tease her bottom lip with my teeth, gently biting the plump skin.

“It’s definitely not what I expected.” She licks her lower lip, running it along my lips in the process.

“Are you ready for me?” I place a soft kiss on her nose as she nods her head. Lining up my shaft at her wet entrance and pushing forward until I’m filling her full of my hard length. With a sharp hiss, her body tenses, causing me to freeze. “Are you okay?” I gaze into her eyes, waiting for her reply.

“It just caught me off guard. But I’m more than ready now.” She lifts her hips to prove her point.

“As you wish,” I repeat, causing her to roll her eyes.

I flex my hips, rotating them in and out of her wet heat, causing her to roll her eyes back in pleasure this time. “Yes, just like that.” Her moans grow louder as her hips thrust faster, matching my rhythm.

Frantic with need, we both move faster and faster. It’s only the thought of making sure she enjoys our first time together that snaps me back to reality. I slip my hand between our bodies, rubbing the little nub hiding in her slick folds with two fingers until she crying out my name and coming around my cock.

“Yes! Ben!” She shouts into the darkness of the room as I release stream after stream of my seed into her body. “That wasamazing.” She holds me tight as I roll over, changing places with her as I keep her tucked to my chest and my cock buried deep inside her.

“Rest now. We have a lifetime to make love," I say, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, Emma.”

“I love you, too, Ben.” she says with a yawn, snuggling deeper into my embrace, making me curse the last four years we missed out on this.

My eyes flutter shut as sleep takes over me, but while most people dream of happiness and good things at night, mine are filled with the perfect murder mystery storyline for the first time in a long while. All thanks to the beauty in my arms that broke through my writer’s block and my stubborn heart.

Chapter six

Emma

“Ben?” I reach behindme, searching for the man I spent the last few hours making love to, only to find the sheets cold and Ben nowhere to be found.

Deciding to search the house for him, I leave the bed and grab one of his shirts from the closet. The soft cotton of his T-shirt slides across my body, and even though the shirt is clean, it still carries a faint scent of leather and cloves that reminds me of a classic novel and Ben.

I walk barefoot through the dark house with ease since I spent most of my summers going between this house and the main house. I find Ben feverishly typing on his laptop like a madman possessed.

He’s so focused on his work that he doesn’t notice me approaching. I smile to myself, imagining a future where I sitand read while he writes the next best-selling thriller in our cozy home office, with our kids napping in the nursery.

Curious about what he’s writing, I move closer to his desk, sneak a quick glance over his shoulder at his laptop, and read along as he types. I’m impressed by the details and storyline of his book, so much so that I stay rooted behind him, just as engrossed in his writing as he is, until the story unfolds and I realize he just described me as the serial killer.