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Her hands roam over my chest, lingering on the tattoos she loves, before finding my bare back under my shirt. Her fingernails drag down my spine, and I increase my pace instinctively. She’s creating a wild frenzy inside me, brewing a storm in the depths of my soul.

“Fuck, yes.” I lean on one elbow and gently wrap my hand around her throat, feeling perfectly certifiable with my need for her. “God, I love this pussy so much,” I pant, looking down between us where my cock bucks against her. “It’s my pussy to fuck and eat. You got that?”

“Yes,” Kavi hisses, fisting the pillow behind her, shoving her head back and giving me more of her neck.

“Tell me it’s mine, baby girl. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Head to toe, Hudson,” she answers without hesitation. “I’m yours.”

We’re fucking on my bed, only feet away from my daughter’s wedding, but all I can think about is ruining this woman under me for any other man. I want to drench her with me so every inch of her remembers the way I felt. I want to course through her bloodstream and possess her soul.

I hadn’t expected today to play out this way.

Yes, I’ve wanted her since the moment I saw her, sitting at my admin’s desk in my office all those weeks ago. Hell, if I’m honest, I wanted her before that. But that today would end up with me confessing shit I hadn’t even processed myself? I definitely hadn’t seen that coming.

I tried so hard to stay away from her, convincing myself we had no future. But it was just a foolish attempt to outrun time, thinking I could avoid her and keep things friendly until she left. I still have no idea where this leads.

Long-term, short-term, my terms, her terms . . . who the fuck knows?

I should feel sick to my stomach, terrified of not knowing. I’m a man who thrives on control, and not having it feels like trying to maintain balance over shifting sand. I should walk away from this, rescind all the ties and accept the reality that comes at the end of this summer. I should put back all that armor and re-erect all my walls, because in the end, I know she’ll shatter what’s behind them in a way I’ll never be able to put back together.

But I can’t seem to.

As if by an undetectable thread I can’t seem to cut, I feel bound to her, tangled in a way I’ve never been before.

And at this moment, that feels okay.

At this moment, being entangled is the only thing that feels freeing.

Tightening my hold on her neck, I drive into her withpunishing strokes, feeling my cock swell and the electricity buzz at the base of my spine. “You ready to come for me, sweet girl?”

“Yes.” Kavi wraps her arms around my neck, and I drag my hand down to her clit, working it while I jackhammer into her. My mouth drops to her neck and I drag my tongue over her soft, fevered skin, nipping and sucking it.

A few more long thrusts, with the taste of her sweet skin on my lips and our hearts slamming against the other, and I feel her fracture. Her walls quiver around my cock as she sucks me in deeper before a guttural moan erupts through her lips.

My release begins soon after, and I groan into her neck, coating her insides with my cum.

We’re both a tangle of shuddering breaths and sweaty limbs for several long moments until we’ve both caught our breaths. Her hand is buried in my hair and mine cups her breast. With my face still pressed against her neck, I flick her nipple with my thumb and make her giggle.

“Well, that was quite something.” I can hear the smile in her voice.

Releasing her breast, I pull back to look at her, not feeling an ounce of guilt for my part in her disheveled state. “What do you say we do that again tonight?”

She runs the back of her fingernails against my stubble. She wasn’t lying when she said she loved it. “I’d say that sounds like the best plan you’ve ever had. But first . . .”

“Cake,” we say at the same time, chuckling.

Chapter Twenty-Five

KAVI

“Hey! I was wondering when you’d be coming back.” Adam stops me at the barn’s entrance right as I’m rushing back. He must see the flush over my face and neck. “Are you alright? You look out of breath.”

Yeah, I just got railed in every direction by my boss and the father of the bride, Adam. Suffice it to say, I’m a little out of breath.

“Fine!” I answer a little high-pitched. “Just wanted to get back before they cut the cake.”

“Well, I’ll walk you back to our table.” Adam waves toward our table, as if I might get lost walking the twenty feet over there. “Any chance you’d save a dance for me later?”

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