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“Exactly.” I wrapped one arm around her waist and flipped our positions. “Show me what else you like.”

Her eyes opened and settled on my face, a mixture of shock and desire. “You know what I like.”

“I know what I know you like.” I gripped her hips and dragged her across the length of my cock. “I want to know what else you like. How do you like to ride on top, Ellie? Do you like to touch yourself or do you want me to touch you? Do you like it when I suck your tits and bite your nipples while you ride my cock?”

Her pussy flooded between us, and her eyes glazed over. “Diesel.”

“Show me.”

She rose hesitantly and I gripped my cock, smacking it against her clit until she shuddered. “Yes!” She lowered herself onto my cock until it disappeared completely, shuddering as I filled her. Then her hips started moving, slowly at first, as if she was testing out what felt good, and then faster as she found the moves she liked. “Oh god,” she moaned, and planted her hands on my chest, sliding up and down faster and faster, harder and then faster still. “Fuck,” she groaned, her legs shaking as pleasure consumed her.

She was beautiful, all slick and determined. I gripped her ass and helped her move before leaning forward and taking one nipple and then the other, flicking my tongue across the stiff peaks before I sucked them hard.

“Fuck!” Her hips bucked and I hit that spot deep inside of her that made her shiver. I gave her other nipple the same treatment, going back and forth until every inch of her vibrated. “Shit,” she moaned breathlessly, and seconds later she came apart, squeezing my cock deliciously.

“Ellie,” I growled around her nipple. “Fuck, babe.” I was so fucking close, and her orgasm was still coming, still clamping around my cock like the wettest fist in the world.

“Fuck!” Her body went slack, but I held her and pumped up into her as her dark hair hung around us like a curtain. Over and over, I hit that spot and she started to shout and cry her pleasure. “Diesel, please,” she begged, but I didn’t let up, I couldn’t do anything but fuck her when she was so wet and hungry for me. Her pussy wept as it pulsed around me. “I can’t,” she moaned just as a rush of orgasmic liquid coated my cock and balls, my thighs, triggering my own orgasm.

“So fucking hot, sweetness.” I smiled up at her and she fell against my chest.

“That was…that’s never happened before.”

“No one has ever made you come hard enough before? You’re welcome.” I laughed and smacked her ass.

“I want to be mad,” she panted. “But you’ve earned the arrogance.”

“Watching you discover what you like gets me off.” She eyed me skeptically. “Seriously. When your head falls back and your eyes flutter shut like you just want to concentrate on how I’m making you feel? All I want to do is keep that expression on your face, with the corners of your mouth tipped up into a sexy little smile. Makes me so fucking hard.”

She kissed her way up my chest until we were face to face. “You’re turning me into a sex addict.”

I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her up, so my cock hit that spot again and she let out a breathless shudder. “You mean you’re addicted to sex with me. You’re addicted to the way I fuck you and the way I make you come.”

“Yeah,” she moaned. “That. All of that.” She shivered against me and I held her close, listening as her breathing evened out until she was sound asleep on top of me.

I held her while she slept, the beat of her heart against my chest the perfect melody to lull me to sleep for a few hours before I woke up and took her again. My body curled around hers and that’s how we slept, in a fucking lover’s embrace like she was mine.

She was. She just didn’t know it. I told her, but she didn’t believe me.

Not yet, anyway.

Chapter Eighteen

Ellie

“Break time.” I smiled at the progress I’d made on my new thriller, backed up my work, and turned off the laptop, watching Leo race around the park close to Diesel’s house. The little guy made friends everywhere he went because there was an ease about him, about the way he offered to push a little boy on the swings who was there with his elderly grandmother, the way he went down the slide first to show a young girl there was nothing to be afraid of.

He was so much like his father in so many ways that it often stole my breath. Leo was all smiles as he went from one piece of equipment to the next, spreading joy and fun wherever he went, and I snapped a few photos of him in his element.

Watching Leo always relaxed me, and today was no different. I kept a close eye on him, my mind wandering back to the story and how I wanted it to play out. Though it was based on a true story, I wanted the ending settled before the real-life story was resolved. In this story, I was the federal agent tracking down her missing sister, which meant I got to decide how it all ended.

“Oh shit!” I remembered something. It wasn’t necessarily something that would help the Steel Demons find Stacy, but it might be information that would help them narrow down where she was when I last heard from her. “Leo, are you ready to get going?” It was a ridiculous question. He was four years old, which meant he was never ready to leave any play area, so I offered up another fifteen minutes of patience while I waited.

“Ready, Momma!” Leo ran across the park and stopped an inch in front of me, grinning wide. “Where are we going?”

That was a good question, and one I didn’t have a complete answer for. An idea had struck, but I needed to go to the bungalow to find it and examine it, before I shared anything with anyone. There was no point in wasting anyone’s time over nothing.

My first option was a babysitter, but it didn’t sit well with me for some reason, and I knew deep in my bones, without a doubt, that there was only one place I could take Leo to guarantee his safety. Diesel’s clubhouse. Holy shit, did this mean I was starting to trust him?

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