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“Let me see you, Rhea,” I growl, spinning her around so her back is on the couch before plunging back into her sex. Her lust-filled eyes lock on mine even as she wraps her legs around me, rotating her hips as I slam my length into her. “Touch yourself, I want to feel you come with me.”

She nods eagerly, dropping her fingers between us and rubbing her clit in circles as I drive into her in fast, unmeasured thrusts. It only takes a few thrusts before she stiffens and her lips part in a loud, pleasured scream that no doubt makes its way to a few other apartments. She jerks under me, her muscles spasming around my cock and pushing me off the edge along with her. My cock erupts in thick pulses of cum in an orgasm that is more intense than anything I have ever experienced before. I pin her down on the couch and pump into her like a crazy bastard as her tight pussy milks me of every last drop of my seed.

“I love you,” I grind out, taking her mouth in a long kiss as I slow my thrusts to a lazy rhythm. “I love you, Rhea. You’re mine.”

I notice panic flash in her eyes at my words, and I realize that we might as well get to talking now that I am not dying to rut her like some sex-starved maniac. We have a lot to discuss, but the most important thing has already been voiced.

I love Rhea, and she is mine. The rest is just semantics.

Perhaps I always have and didn’t realize it until she disappeared the first time. I let her go back then, and she’s been running ever since.

It’s time I laid claim to my girl once and for all.

Chapter Nine

Rhea

We pick the coffee shop across from my apartment building.

It’s half past eight when we finally make it out of my apartment. I could point fingers and blame Knight for the additional hour it’s taken us to leave because the man just had to take me against the wall, but then again, I was a willing participant.

Knight said he wanted to talk, but it became pretty obvious pretty fast that there would be no talking happening in my apartment, so after a shower— during which I practically had to lock the man out—I changed into my most unattractive t-shirt and long baggy pants, anything to kill the sexual tension between us.

It doesn’t seem to have its intended effect as Knight’s hand is on the small of my back, practically grazing my ass when we walk into the coffee shop.

“Knight,” I scold, swatting the impossible man when I feel his hand on my ass. We’re in public, and he should be careful about starting a fire in public.

“What?” the man blinks up at me innocently, and I shake my head, pointing at an empty seat in the corner.

“Please go and sit down there before we get kicked out of the shop. This is my favorite spot.”

And it’s true. This is my favorite spot, and I frequent it whenever I need to work on my coursework and the school library is closed. The shop is operated by a sweet middle-aged woman who calls everyone “honey” with a deep southern drawl and stays open until midnight. The students around here all love her, and I am no exception. Having grown up with a mother who cared very little about me, I often find myself seeking her out not just for her sweets, but for the maternal aura she exudes in waves.

“Don’t be long,” Knight’s words snap me back to the present, and I watch him walk to the table and settle down to stare at me.

I shake my head and approach the counter. The proprietress, whom we all affectionately call Maggie, flashes me a kind smile.

“Well, hello there, Rhea honey. Surprised to see you back so soon.”

“Hi Maggie,” I say, my brows drawing in confusion at her words. “What do you mean ‘back so soon?’”

“Well, you did mention you would be visiting family for the weekend. You seemed uneasy before you left, and now, you’re back only a day later.”

Oh, I forgot I told her that.

“Right, I came back early.”

“I see that,” Maggie says with a sympathetic smile before nodding toward the man watching us like a hawk. “Does it have anything to do with the big, beautiful stud scaring off all my customers?”

My lips crack into a smile as I check out the displays on the counter. “Maybe.”

“Well, good for you, honey,” she says, and I try hard to hide the smile as my eyes inspect the goodies displayed behind the glass wall. “So, what will you have today?”

“Hmm, those brownies look so good, but it’s the lemon-flavored cupcakes I really want to try.” Hell, maybe I’ll have both. “Oh, and those chocolate chip cookies look especially tempting. I need to have those too. They’re practically calling my name.” Just this once, I’ll splurge on sweets, even if I regret it tomorrow.

Maggie smiles as she boxes everything for me before preparing my usual coffee, and I realize that I don’t know what Knight takes. I’m just about to go ask him when Maggie stops me by placing two cups in front of me.

She chuckles when she reads the confusion on my face. “I have worked in this business for twenty years. I’ve only ever guessed one customer’s drink wrong.”

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