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Without hesitation, his hands that are gripping at my waist lift me up, practically pulling himself from me. I’m about to protest when I feel the tip of him at my entrance, just as quickly slamming me back down against his hips, filling me completely as I moan into his mouth from the pleasure.

  My need for him is overtaking me completely. It’s as if I’ve lost all control as I aggressively rock my hips against his body, needing him deeper inside of me. His strong hands are gripping at my hips and I can already feel I may be bearing the imprint of his hands tomorrow. The intensity of his touch is driving me wild.

  Fiercely gripping his hair to give myself something to hold onto, our mouths are tightly connected as our tongues continue to duel in a battle to outdo the other, demanding to taste more.

  Every time my clit brushes up against his body, the pleasure inside of me builds as it demands its own release. My moans are becoming feral with the increased speed to reach our peak. I’m desperately trying to prolong my orgasm, but his words are making it inevitable.

  “I’ve… Missed… You… So… Fucking… Much...” he moans against my mouth with each thrust, ultimately throwing me over the edge. My orgasm feels like dynamite exploding inside of my body, shattering me from the inside out. Slamming me one last time against his body, Matt throws his head back, letting out an animalistic growl.

  My body slumps against his as it slowly continues to spasm. I’m exhausted and weak from my orgasm, my breathing labored, feeling as if I’ve just finished the most intense run I’ve ever had with Matt. Opening my eyes to look at him, I see he has the same reaction. His labored breath pushes his chest back and forth against my body.

  We’re both drenched in our sweat, my arms still wrapped around him, my face once again in the crook of his neck. I don’t want to let him go just yet, but as if hearing my silent plea, he lies back onto the bed, bringing my body down with him. Our bodies are still tightly flushed against each other as he rolls us to the side. Wrapping my leg around his waist, I pull him tighter against my body, still refusing to let him go.

  My eyes are already growing heavy when I hear him say, “I’m staying the night, beautiful.”

  Weakly attempting a chuckle, I tighten my arm around his waist as I surrender to my thoughts. My mind may be telling me to fight him, but my heart already knows who it belongs to, and he’s lying right next to me.

  I HOLD ABIGAIL in my arms, remembering the last morning I woke up with her at my side. It was the day I believed she would always wake up at my side from that day forward. It isn’t until today that I realize how much I wish she truly were waking up with me every morning. It entices me to fight harder to have her at my side again.

  The feeling of her silky skin against my body feels amazing, even more so when she’s naked. The way her body molds into mine proves she’s made for me. My dilemma is figuring out a way to make her realize it as well.

  Inhaling the scent from her hair awakens my craving for her. I didn’t sleep much last night, having stayed up most of the night savoring the feeling of having her in my arms. Although I didn’t make love to her again, I desperately wanted to. My already awakened cock is proof of how badly I want to make love to her.

  The screeching of my phone’s alarm starts blaring, breaking the silence in the room as it announces it’s time to get up. I had set it last night before I called her. I’d already known we were going to need it. Dislodging my body from hers, I go in search of my phone, finding it within the pile of clothes on the floor. After disengaging the alarm, I climb back into bed with Abigail, the coldness of her absent body already giving me the chills. She immediately wraps her body back into mine, her face finding her favorite spot in the hollow of my neck. I don’t protest, but wrap her tighter against my body. I already know I’m going to have a hard time waking her. Abigail has never liked waking up early, unless it was for a run.

  The day I agreed to the interview, I knew I was going to have this problem, which is why I asked David to keep Kelly at his place. It allowed me to be here with Abigail to wake her up myself. But now I was regretting agreeing to the early time. I would rather stay in bed with her all morning.

  Her slow breathing informs me she’s still sound asleep. Nudging my nose against her earlobe, I glide my tongue against her skin, making her stir. “Beautiful, you have to get up now,” I whisper into her ear, wishing the words weren’t true and we could stay in bed all day.

  I feel her mumble into my neck in a silent protest. Using the leg she has hooked around my hip to pull me closer to her body, I cannot refuse her request, but instead push my hips deeper between her legs, letting her know how hard I am for her. When I hear a satisfied moan, I know I’m playing with fire, but I’m willing to take the risk to feel her heat. I start to trail my hand down her body. The warmth of her skin against my palm is driving me wild, especially when I reach her ass… my favorite spot.

  I know it was only last night, but it’s felt like an eternity since I’ve made love to her. The distance she’s placed between us has been torturing me. My need to be inside of her again is keeping me from following through.

  She pushes herself against me; her lips are already kissing against my neck, igniting the flames that are inside of me. I dip my finger in her wetness, testing to see if she’s ready for me, because I’m about to fuck her, and I’m not holding back.

  My need to be inside her has completely overpowered me. Grabbing her by the waist, I turn her body to face the mattress as I thrust my hips forward to enter her in one rapid movement. This is my way of proving how much I need her.

  The sound of her gasp weakens my ability to keep myself under control as the walls of her warm pussy surround my cock. I stop to gain control, but Abigail wants otherwise as she pushes herself back against my hips, demanding I give her more. With the glow of the outside light coming in through the window I can see her naked body below me and she looks like a naked goddess from this position; it drives me to start pumping faster. Her moans grow stronger, louder, encouraging me to push her over the edge. My speed increases as I watch her grab the sheets in her bare hands, begging me for more.

  “Harder, Matt. Fuck me harder,” she moans, driving me wild.

  I’ve lost all control at this point as I give in to her command. I tighten my grip on her waist as I feel her body inching forward on the bed to keep her connected against my body. I can already feel I’m not going to last long, but I keep pushing. The strain makes my body tense, but I want to satisfy her first. When I see her throw her head back, letting out an elongated moan and her walls tightening around my cock, I feel every nerve inside of my body explode as I let myself go and spill myself inside of her, filling her completely.

  Slowly, I bring my body to a stop. Abigail’s breathing is labored and her bottom half is collapsed onto the bed from exhaustion. Leaning forward to place a kiss on her back, I taste the saltiness of her sweat. Although I’m just as exhausted, I cannot bring myself to dislodge from her warm body.

  “I prefer you waking me up like this than you slapping my ass,” she breathlessly says, making me laugh.

  “Me, too,” I say against her skin, feeling her shiver.

  I pull myself up from her body and my eyes go straight to the rounded globes of her ass. Unable to resist myself, I give her a light slap, earning me a small yelp. She turns to pierce me with her fiercest glare, which only makes me laugh again. Pulling her body up to lean against my chest, I place an open mouth kiss against her shoulder. “We really should get up already,” I whisper against her skin, nipping it this time.

  I feel her mumble against my body as she stays slumped against my chest.

  “Why don’t you take a shower while I make you some pancakes,” I tell her as I keep my arms wrapped around her body, unable to let her go just yet, although I know I should.

  “Mmm, pancakes,” she seductively says, rubbing her ass against my cock, making it twitch.

  I’m now groaning as she tantalizes with my ability to contain my desire. I know
if I don’t force her to get up now, I’m going to cave and keep us in bed all day. Giving her a light shove to get up, I climb off the bed to look for my clothes. When I glance back down at her, I already see her getting comfortable again within the covers, pulling the sheets up to her chin ready to fall back to sleep.

  “Abigail, if you don’t get up you’re going to be late,” I sternly tell her. She still doesn’t move. With one hand I yank the cover from the bed and bring my other hand down, aiming straight for her ass, knowing that it’s the only thing that will wake her up. She lets out an angered howl, her face glaring daggers at me as she throws the pillow at me. “You fucking asshole!” she shouts as I catch the pillow.

  I can’t help but laugh. “I might be an asshole, but I’m your asshole,” I state as I let the pillow drop onto the bed, still looking down at her. “You made me do it. I tried getting you up another way,” I tell her, pulling her arm to help her up.

  She’s about to take a step when she stops, turning on the spot as if searching for something. I know it’s probably her phone, so I start to dial her number to help her out. I hear it ringing on the floor and pick it up, the words shocking me.

  “What happened to the ring tone I put on there?” I bitterly ask.

  She attempts to grab for the phone, but I hold it high in the air out of her reach. “The other one was no longer appropriate. I like this one better,” she answers, pulling at my arm to get to her phone.

  “No,” I throw back at her, turning my body so I can change the ringtone. “Matt, give me my phone!” she whines, trying to reach around me.

  “Go get in the shower. I’ll give you your phone back when you get out.”

  Glaring at me, she stomps her way to the bathroom. From the corner of my eye I watch as she irritably takes one last glance at me while walking naked to the bathroom. I’m left staring at her, mentally telling my dick to calm itself. When I hear the shower turn on, I go back to my task. When done, I make my way to the kitchen and start making her pancakes. Thirty minutes later she’s joining me, showered and ready.

  “Give me my phone,” she demands, holding her hand out for it. Handing it to her, I’m already calling it so she can hear her new ringtone. The lyrics to Faraway begin singing from her phone and she stands there taking in the words. When it’s done, she snaps her head up, taken aback by what she hears. “You forgive me?” she asks, looking baffled.

  “It’s the rest of the words I was aiming for you to take in.”

  Watching her lips go flat as she contemplates my answer, I turn to continue making breakfast. “I don’t know why you scheduled the shoot so damn early,” she utters, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

  “It wasn’t me that chose the time. I know better,” I respond with a smile as I watch for her reaction from the corner of my eye. The glare I’m given tells me she doesn’t believe me, but I ignore her and continue making breakfast. Transferring the pancakes to a plate to hand to her, her lips go wide into a smile when she eyes it, lighting me up. I turn off the stove and stand in front of her watching as she eats. After the second bite she curiously looks at me. “You’re not going to eat?” she asks around a mouth full, looking for my own plate.

  I open my mouth, requesting a bite, as my eyes find hers. She feeds me the piece that is on her fork and I slowly close my lips over the fork, keeping my eyes locked onto hers. Her eyes go wide and when I pull back I see her squirming on the counter. She struggles to cross her legs, as if trying to hide her appetite for something other than my pancakes. Grabbing onto her knees, I spread her legs, pushing my body in between them to bring our bodies flush against each other. I’m about to satisfy both our hungers when a knock on the door startles us both.

  “It’s Julio. I called him last night,” I notify her, knowing she’s probably terrified from not knowing who it is.

  Pulling myself away from her, I go over to make sure it’s truly Julio before I open it. Verifying that it is, I open the door. With an acknowledging nod he enters. “I made pancakes,” I tell him as he walks past me.

  His eyes light up when I tell him, watching him head straight to the kitchen to serve himself. With Julio now here, there is no way I’ll get Abigail to feed me anymore, so I serve myself and we all eat in silence in Kelly’s tiny kitchen. The entire time my eyes avert every now and then to Abigail wishing we were alone, but my carnal mind knows better.

  “I guess we should start heading out,” I say to Abigail and Julio while placing my plate in the sink. I hope Kelly doesn’t chew my head off about the mess I’m leaving, but we’re already running late because of our delay this morning.

  I’m grabbing for my keys when I see Abigail grab a pair of keys of her own off a hook on the wall. “We’re taking my car,” she says with a smirk on her lips.

  “When did you get a car?” I ask her. “You haven’t asked me for any money lately,” I state.

  Throwing the strap of her purse over her shoulder, she says, “I don’t need to ask you for money anymore. You’re the one who insisted I be added to the account,” already walking to the front door without a backwards glance. She’s right. I did insist for her to be added to the account because, in all technicalities, it’s her money and I have no control over it. I’m just surprised she made the decision to buy the car without me. I would have liked to be there with her.

  I push the resentment aside. “Let’s go see your new car,” I say to her, holding the door open as she follows Julio out.

  I follow her down to the parking lot, leading us towards a red shiny new car. Not just any damn car, but a brand new Dodge Challenger, making my lips go up to one side as I desperately try to hide my smile.

  “It’s a nice car.”

  “Yes, it is, and you don’t get to drive it,” she distinctly states as she disengages the alarm with her key fob. “Is that so?” I sarcastically ask.

  She pauses at the driver’s side door, her eyes narrowing at me. “Payback is a bitch, isn’t it Matthew? Now get your ass in the car before I leave you behind,” she demands, making Julio laugh. “Oh, and you get the backseat since Julio is too big to fit in the back.” Normally with a demand like that I would have already been walking to my own car, but being that it’s Abigail and I love her, I miserably climb into the backseat. This might be the same model car as mine, but it’s far from the same size. At least there’s more space in my backseat compared to the cramped space I’m currently sitting in. I wouldn’t be able to fuck Abigail comfortably in this car.

  The thought stays with me the entire car ride to the photo shoot, including what I plan to do to her in her car as I watch her drive. I can tell how nervous she is by the way she’s nibbling on her thumbnail every now and then. It leaves me wondering if this is routine for her before a photo shoot.

  Soon we’re arriving at the photo shoot and I’m grateful the weather has decided to be cooperative today. I would have hated if they had to reschedule the shoot. The surrounding trees and greenery add a majestic backdrop for the location. It’s exactly what she needs to feel comfortable. The first thing I learned about Abigail is how much she loves nature. The moment I get her to a trail, she instantly calms and a smile spreads across her face, which is why I’m always pushing her to go for a run.

  With all of us out of the car, I see Abigail’s face go pale the minute she sees the camera crew and equipment. Making my way over to her side, I ask, “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

  She doesn’t bother glancing at me, but keeps her eyes locked onto the set. “Is it strange that I feel really nervous?” she asks, looking to me for an answer.

  I push a strand of hair away from her face so I can better look into her eyes. “Did you feel this way at the last one?” I curiously ask, since I wasn’t with her. Biting her lip she nods her head, her eyes taking a quick glance at the set again before they nervously lock back onto mine. “You have nothing to worry about, Abigail. The running company said you did a great job at that one, and you said yourself that you had fun,�
�� I remind her, recalling how excited she sounded when she had told me all about the previous shoot.

  “I know,” she answers, her shoulders slumping forward. “But what if these people don’t like me?” she nervously responds.

  I wrap my arms around her, engulfing her against my body, hoping to help calm her discomfort. Within a couple of seconds I can already feel her relax, which is what I was aiming for. “You’re Abigail Adams… the famous supermodel,” I tease.

  I feel her chuckle against my chest before she looks up at me. “That’s not who I am anymore.”

  “The last time I checked your name was still Abigail Adams, right?”

  She rolls her eyes up at me. “That’s not what I meant. I really doubt they look at me anymore as a famous supermodel.” I reach down to give her a kiss on her nose. “Regardless of how you’re labeled in the modeling world, it’s still you. So go show them who you are,” I tell her, earning me a shy smile.

  I feel her deeply sigh against my chest before she pulls away to walk in the direction of the crew. I proudly follow her, knowing she’s going to be all right. Before long they have her changed, prepped, and ready to start the shoot. The photographer gives her a few quick ideas of what he expects from her and within minutes I see him lift his camera to his eyes and the clicking of the camera is heard.

  Watching Abigail in her element is mesmerizing. I say her element because it’s obvious this is what she was born to do. The poses come naturally to her. The photographer doesn’t need to give her much instruction. He tells her what he’s expecting in the next shot and she delivers, flawlessly. I knew since the day I met her she was beautiful, but watching her work is amazing. The entire time she’s focused and doesn’t disappoint. No wonder she was beginning to rise in her career. At least that was until the fucker Bill took it from her.

  The photographer takes a moment to quickly glance at the screens in front me which are rapidly displaying the photos he’s taken, and I cannot help but glance at them as well. I know he’s taken some good shots and he must have thought the same, as he calls it a wrap. With a satisfied smile on her face, Abigail makes her way over towards all of us, taking a peek at the scene. She stands there, staring at it and I take the moment to move up behind her. “Beautiful,” I whisper down into her ear. She turns, her face now displaying a worried frown. “You think so?” With certainty, I nod to her.