Page 4 of Nothing to Beat

She managed another smile, her body writhing, stimulating itself on the cock he’d bedded deep within her.

“Why do you think I’m here, Stat?”

“I never say no.”

He said no all the time.Just… not to her.Again, exactly her point.She didn’t have to think of any other route.Whenever she wanted something for herself or had something to give, Breck was the only man she’d engage.Hmm, maybe that wasn’t the smartest word choice.

The slow rock of his pelvis grew in motion, from shorter pulses to longer thrusts, he did more than warm her up.

It had been a while for them.Though with them, it could feel like an age even if they’d only been parted a minute.Being with him, in their intimacy, she relished his deft fingers moving on her skin.How he was so entitled to touch her everywhere, to learn every crevice he’d already visited a thousand times.

“Breck,” she murmured, moving with him and away in the rhythm they’d cracked a long time ago.

Shouldn’t it be old by now?The sweet stimulation of his fingertips on her clit should be expected, yet her whole being reacted like it was the first time every time.

“Open your eyes, Coy.”

Every time, every single time, when she did as told and looked into the man above her, the pleasure collided with overwhelming emotion that sucked her so deep, she couldn’t breathe.

Yes.The word in her head came from her lips so many times the two got muddled.Want clenched in gratification and in the pound of orgasm, she called out to him.

Grabbing for his ribs, she dug her nails in deep and he growled, driving himself into her until he delivered his prize right where she wanted it.

THREE

BEFORE HIS BACK hit the bed, she crawled up it to lie down with her legs extended on the headboard.

“What are you doing?”he asked, perplexed.

“Gravity… it works.”

“You’re serious about this.”His voice was closer, the direction—shifting her head just as his hit the pillow, he was soon on his side examining her.“You want this.”

“I know myself.”

“I know you do.”

“I don’t want to discuss it.”

“We don’t have to discuss it.I want you to have whatever you want.”

“Because I want a child, you’ll give me a child.”

And for him, it was as simple as that.

“Yes.That doesn’t mean I have no opinion or don’t expect a say.”

No, and being a man others listened to, he was used to his opinion being king.

“You’re a good man.Smart.Conscientious.You are skilled and thorough and I adore you.”

“Mm.”

Suspicious too, though maybe with good reason.

“I don’t need a partner.”

“Don’t I know it.”