Page 65 of Crying Shame

My body grew impatient. He kissed me, and a shudder rushed though me.

Something more than just sex existed between us.

I stood from the bed and motioned with a jerk of my head. “Come here.”

He stood, and I saw firsthand how ready he was for me. He asked, “In the bathroom?”

“There is an extra door that closes,” I said. I knew I’d never quiet my desire for more than just sex if we stayed in that bed.

We went into the bathroom, and he closed the door. “I’ll make love to you anywhere.”

The walls in my heart shattered. He froze, and I knew if I didn’t do something, he’d stop us.

I wouldn't let that happen.

So I fell to my knees and worshipped his dick like it was a lollipop.

He groaned and grew stiffer.

He stopped me and reached into a drawer.

I stood and saw he’d found a condom.

Part of me was disappointed. If we had another child, we would be bonded. I could already be pregnant because earlier we hadn't used protection in the shower. Having Elon with me as I gave birth would be better than being alone. However, I wouldn't use him. He needed to be with someone honest and true.

I let the thought wash away and rolled the condom on him.

He directed me to lie on the rug. I did, and he kissed my body.

The way he worshipped my nipples and core with his fingers made me wonder if his love might change me forever.

I opened my legs and directed him deep inside my core. I needed to be his even if falling for him would break me even more. The truth was that I wasn’t sure I wanted any other man.

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Elon

The tiles on the bathroom floor held no heat. And I’d worn her out. I wasn’t sure how to handle what came next, but I wanted to hold her and whisper in her ear to get her to laugh.

I missed her laugh. I stood. “We still have another hour or two before we need to be up for Sam.”

I wanted to cuddle with her.

She stood. “What do you want to do now?”

My heart thumped. I hoped for the right words as I opened the bathroom door. “Come back to bed and let me hold you.”

She walked over to the bed with me. “That’s it?”

I rolled onto the bed and held the sheets out for her. “Did you want more?”

She settled in. “Well, asking me to have your baby might be nice as then we could enjoy each other.”

I froze. “Are you serious? You told me you didn’t want commitment.”

“You’re right. I’m all over the place.” She put her head on the pillow, but she didn't touch me. “I love Sam. We created a great kid, and the world really needs more good people in it. And I like being a mom.”

Maybe she was trying to get a reaction. I put my hand in the space between the pillows. “If I took you up on that offer, I would feel it was a lifelong commitment.”