Page 87 of Unbound

“I’m gonna call you baby bear.” Sybil’s voice is a hoarse whisper. “Because you’re just right.”

And now I’m laughing again. “Your sexy talk could use a little work.” Releasing her legs, I lean forward, grazing my lips against hers. I rock into her, the new position allowing me to get a little deeper. “But I won’t hold it against you.”

My lips seal against hers. I plan for it to be a short kiss—something to engage her brain in a different way—but she tastes so fucking good I can’t seem to stop. And kissing her isn’t the only thing I can’t seem to stop. My body moves faster with each passing second, one hand gripping her hip to hold her in place as my thrusts get harder and harder.

Sybil’s lips leave mine as she gasps, lids lifting. Her eyes meet mine, holding as her nails sink into my skin, the bite of it making my balls pull tight.

I force myself to slow down, letting my forehead drop to hers as I change the angle of my hips. Now I’m grinding against her clit with every move and Sybil tenses under me almost immediately.

“Relax.” I curl closer, resting my chest against hers as I taste the skin of her cheek. Her neck. Her ear. “Don’t try to force it. Just move with me.”

The next sound that comes out of her is one of frustration. “I don’t like relaxing.”

I smile against her skin. “I’ve noticed.” I breathe deep, trying to take my own advice. “But you don’t have to do it anywhere else. Just here.” Propping myself on an elbow, I bring my hand up to curve against her head, digging my fingers into her hair as I massage across her scalp. “Can you try for me?”

Sybil sighs, but the stiffness of her limbs seems to ease. “I can try.” She tips her head. “But only for you.”

I’m unprepared for the way her words hit me. The implication they inadvertently make. That she’ll only relax for me means there’s someone else she won’t do it for. And thinking of another man touching Sybil the way I am now steals all my good intentions.

Replacing them with a singular focus.

The fingers in her hair tighten as I lift my head to meet her eyes. “I want you to stay.” I bury myself fully, chasing a need I’ve never experienced. “Here. With me.”

Indefinitely.

Somehow, I manage to keep that part to myself.

“I want you in my bed every night.” I thrust harder, the sounds coming out of Sybil growing louder with each spear of my body into hers. “I want you going to work with me every day.” I bring one knee up, giving myself more leverage and bringing Sybil’s ass off the mattress. “I want to be the only man fucking you. The only one making you come.”

“Oh fuck.” Sybil clings to me, thighs shaking. “I’m fine with thaaaaa⁠—”

Her whole body seizes, the last word becoming a wail as she clenches around me. And it’s too much. Knowing I’m the only one who will feel her come is more than my stamina can stand.

On the next thrust, my dick jerks inside her as I groan into her hair, each glide of my body smoother than the last as my cum fills her and eases the way.

I fight to get the air I need as the room around me and the boneless woman under me come into focus. A smile curves my lips. “Seems like you figured out a way to relax.”

“Seems like.” She’s breathing as hard as I am, eyes open wide as she stares at the ceiling. “What’s stress? Never heard of her.”

She manages to pull yet another laugh out of me. “Glad I could be useful.”

“Me too.” She peeks my way with a smirk. “I was a little worried there for a minute.”

“Liar.” I press a kiss to her lips, grunting at the loss as I pull free of the warmth of her body so I can clean up my mess. “You knew it would be good between us.”

Going to the bathroom, I grab a cloth and run it under a warm tap before going back to where she’s stretched out.

Sybil watches as I wipe across her flushed skin, her expression turning serious. “Thank you for always taking care of me. I know I’m not easy to put up with.”

My eyes lift to her face. “Who the fuck told you that?”

Never once have I felt like I was putting up with her. For the first time in my fucking life, I have a purpose outside of my job. Something to do. Someone to care for. Someone who cares for me.

She gives me a little shrug. “Different people.”

I narrow my eyes as a possibility occurs. “Your mother?”

It seemed like Paula and I were going to get along, but not if she’s hurt Sybil like that. I’ll pack all her shit up and send her right back where she came from.