Chapitre 36: Livia

"This is the last time," I pant.

My palms are pressed hard against the sliding glass doors in Chase’s sunroom. My dress is around my waist, my knee is hitched up so it will leave an imprint on the glass, and his cock is pounding into me at just the right angle when it occurs to me that I might be in trouble.

And I’m not talking about the baby I have coming.

"The last time. Totally the last time." He braces my raised thigh with one hand and the other grips my hip. His fingernails dig in with a delicious bite that adds to the storm of pleasure gathering below.

"I’m serious." I rotate my pelvis, trying to get him in just the right spot. Or every spot.

"So fucking serious." He growls. "Jesus, you feel good, kitten."

"So good."

"But no more after today," he says, his words running together.

"No more. No more," I chant rhythmically, which soon gives way to, "Right there, right there, right there, right there. Don’t move."