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I groan as my hands pull her against me, my eyes dropping to those perfect, full breasts, capped by those rosy nipples. My shirt falls open, her skin rubs against mine, her nipples dragging over my skin as she sighs.

I lean in, and then I’m kissing her, deeply, hard, with more than I’m used to giving in a kiss. Her hands drop to my belt as I tug at the zipper on the side of her skirt.

It pools at her feet as my pants drop. I take her hand again as I pull away from the kiss and pull her towards the bed. I spin her around and push her onto it, grinning as she shrieks quietly.

I crawl after her, slipping my briefs off and crawling between her legs. Her panties skim down her legs, catching at her ankles before I toss them across the room. My hands push her legs wide as I move in.

Her breath catches as I drag my tongue through her glistening honey. Hands slide into my hair as I grab her ass and pull her against my mouth. My tongue delves deep, tasting her and not able to get enough of it before I move up to her clit. My tongue swirls over it as she moans quietly and bucks her hips against me. I glance up, groaning at the way she’s biting her hand to keep quiet as I tease her further and further towards that sweet release.

My tongue moves faster and faster, her hips bucking harder and harder against me before suddenly, her whole body goes rigid. Thighs clamp around my head, hands tighten in my hair, and her whole body arches off the bed in a silent scream. Her sweetness floods my lips and my tongue before she’s pulling me away, panting and gasping for air.

Yeah, no, fuck the rules.

I move up the bed, grinning as she pushes me over onto my back and looks at me with this wicked glint in her eyes. It’s primal, and raw.

And sexy as fucking hell.

She crawls up me until she’s straddling my hips. Her fingers reach down and curl around my cock, making me groan as she strokes me before pulling me against her lips. I reach for the bedside drawer, but she takes the condom from my hand, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it down my length in a slow, sensual movement.

She lifts up, centering me against her opening, and sighs as she starts to sink down. I groan, throwing my head back as her heat slowly envelopes every single inch of me until I can feel my balls resting against her ass. Her hands drop to my chest as her eyes meet mine - hungry, eager.

She starts to move up and down, slowly riding me as her eyes close and the moans hang on her lips. My hands move to her thighs, teasing her skin as she rides up and down my cock, her brow furrowing with pleasure as her fingers drag across my chest.

I sit up, my mouth going to her neck and my hands move to grab her ass. Serena moans louder now, her arms going around my neck and her head lolling back as she starts to bounce up and down on my shaft faster and faster, taking me deep with every thrust of her hips. My fingers dig into her ass, the pure need for her building up inside until I know there’s no way to stop this train.

She moves faster, her hips grinding against mine, her ass rising and falling in my hands and her nipples dragging over my chest. I can feel her clenching me tight inside, her hands clawing at my back and slipping into my hair as she clings to me.

Muscles tense, breaths catch, light flashes, and the whole thing explodes around us.

Serena clamps her lips to mine, pouring her release into my kiss as her body shatters in orgasm. I groan into her, feeling my cock throb and pulse deep inside of her as my own release thunders through me.

She slowly continues to ride me, her lips never leaving mine as we slowly come to a stop, until all that we can hear is the thundering pulse of hearts against each other’s chests.





Chapter Twenty-Five





Serena




My heart is still pounding in the dark later as we lay in his bed. My head rests in the crook of his arm, his hand on my back and his breathing come rhythmically.

Tonight was incredible. I mean, before the mind-blowing sex even, it was incredible. Dinner with the two of them, bouncing the commercial idea off of him and seeing him grin, laughing and just having one of the best dinners I’ve had in a long, long time.

And yet, there’s a part of it that rubs funny with me - a notion that lingers.

And I get it; I do. Tonight being in this house, with his daughter, and sharing a dinner with them was fantastic, but I am the stranger here. Landon’s had this thing with just him and Emily for so long, and I’m acutely aware of being the interloper here, even if Emily and I hit it off so well. My dad didn’t date much after my mom, but I do remember that feeling of someone new butting in on what we had. I remember the women who’d try and “mother me” - women who didn’t just want to date my dad, but wanted to be my mom.

Yeah, no way.

And after all, Landon and I are just, well, co-workers.