Page 92 of Let's Be Forever

Her cheeks flush, and her eyes shine with mischief. Her grip on my tie tightens as she lifts her knee on my erection and slowly strokes it.

My eyes roll back and I buck my hips, rubbing myself against her as I squeeze her ass, imagining her sitting on my face.

I moan, biting her breast over her shirt. Her breath hitches, and she presses her knee down on me, letting me hump it.

“You’re biting too hard,” she whines, but she doesn’t pull away. In fact, she leans in.

I should stop. I need to because I’m close, but I’m easy for her. I struggle to breathe, but that turns me on more. Everything she does makes me go mad. I’m dizzy as my eyes roll back, and a whimper claws out from the back of my throat when my balls tighten.

She drops the tie, straddles my thighs, and rolls her hips frenziedly against me.

“That’s it, baby, fuck, you’re so good,” I say roughly, breathlessly, mesmerized as she humps me.

Her breathing picks up and she squeezes her eyes shut, grinding against me as she comes, and a second later, I’m right behind her. I come so hard my vision goes white.

“Sylas,” she moans, panting harshly. “This wasn’t…” She drops her forehead on my shoulder, still trying to catch her breath. “I didn’t…”

“I know.” I swallow to wet my dry throat and kiss her hair, hugging her firmly. “You’re still so easy for me.”

Anna barks out a laugh. “Says the person who got hard when I choked him.” She lifts her head. Lips close to my ear, she whispers, “Eres fácil. Mira cómo te tengo.”

I grin like a fucking fool. “Okay, we’ll see about that when I get home.”

“I can’t believe you have two suits in the same color.” Anna’s taking in the clean suit I switched to with an incredulous expression.

“Three, actually,” I correct her, and grab a slice of bread and add jelly to it. “What can I say? It’s my favorite color.”

“Berry is your favorite color? Since when?” She cocks a brow.

“Since I found out how much you like it.” I finish making the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when I hear one of my favorite voices.

“Sy!” Rosie is all giggles as she rushes toward me. I crouch down, spreading my arms to pick her up. “Mama, hey!” She bears a toothy grin at her mom, but she stays in my arms.

I go to hand her to her mom, but Anna shakes her head as if she can read my thoughts. She sounds so happy when she says, “It’s okay to hold her. She wants you.”

“Show him—” Maya enters the kitchen, standing on the other side of the island, eyeing me up and down. “You’re wearing Anna’s favorite color.”

“I am,” I answer, and smile at my stunning girl who blushes a little. “But it’s also my favorite color.”

“And to think I hated you. I’m sorry,” she primly states.

I laugh, knowing she has a dry sense of humor just like her sister. “To be fair, I am an asshole sometimes. Right, Anna?”

“Asshole,” Rosie parrots, giddily.

“Don’t say that,” we all say in unison.

Rosie’s brows knit in confusion. She stares at me, wondering why I’m allowed to say it and she’s not.

“Good job. You’re killing it.” Maya snickers, giving me a thumbs-up.

Anna presses her lips together, as if to suppress her smile. “You’re doing amazing, babe.”

I missed her calling me that. I keep replaying the sound of her voice and that word in my head.

“Rosie, show your dad what you found at the park,” Maya tells her as she grabs a cup of water.

Dad.I love the sound of that so much.