Aaron kissed her once more on the sofa as he kept thrusting. Then he suddenly stopped and then gathered her closer and stood. Natasha made a startled sound and locked her legs around his waist. He was back inside her like that. The first step toward the hallway made her gasp against his neck, because every movement shifted him deeper, and there was nowhere to hide from it. “I’ve got you,” he said. “Hold on to me.” She did. Her arms went around his shoulders, her face tucked against his throat, and Aaron walked them out of the sitting room like that, unhurried, one hand under her backside, the other spread across her back. The penthouse felt larger in the quiet. Morning light lay across the floor in long pale strips. He stopped when they reached the wide window in the hall and put her back to the glass. The pane was cool. Natasha shivered, then moaned when he rolled his hips and stayed there, buried, looking at her as if the rest of the house could wait. “Tell me you are still w
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