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His body is a machine. For years, I’ve watched him play college football. Walk around in swim trunks. There was the one time I saw him lifting weights at Micah and Evie’s.

So when every tense muscle in his body gives in to what we experienced together, it’s like he collapses beneath me.

Exhausted.

Spent.

Sated.

I haven’t lost his touch, but his hold that was absolute moments ago is loose and relaxed. Still, his hand that spanked me three times doesn’t leave my ass.

I rise and fall on his chest as he works to catch his breath. “Fuck, I lost my load in my underwear. I think I was in middle school the last time that happened. What the hell are you doing to me, Teagan?”

I nuzzle my nose into the crook of his neck. I’m just as depleted as he is. Maybe more. I’ve had two orgasms to his one. “That’s because of your stupid no-sex rule.”

At my words, he’s not relaxed any longer.

His hands take my face and he pulls me up his body.

Then his mouth claims mine.

His tongue plunges in my mouth. He tastes as good as ever mixed with the scent of me.

I love it.

His lips are bruising and firm. He never breaks our connection as he rolls me to my back. This kiss isn’t like our first or our second.

It’s different.

Rocco is hungry.

He kisses me in a way I didn’t know possible.

When he finally slows, we’re both breathing hard again. I open my eyes when his forehead tips to mine.

In all our time together, I’ve never seen this look in his eyes.

“I won,” I whisper.

He frowns but says nothing.

“The kiss,” I go on. “You gave in first. I didn’t have to beg. So I won.”

“Baby.” His breath blankets my face on an exhale. “I’m the winner. And I hit the fucking jackpot.”

Something warm blooms inside me.

And it wraps itself around my heart.

19

GHOST

Teagan

Ifrown when I look at the caller on the screen. What in the world could he need already?

I answer the call and put it over Bluetooth. “We’ve barely been on the road for twenty minutes. Do you need a bathroom break already?”

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