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“I love watching you,” she whispered. Her hand glided from my pec up to my neck, farther still until her palm grazed my jaw, and her fingernails scraped my scalp.

She slammed down on my cock and mostly repeated, “I love watching you feel me.”

“Love that, baby, but if you don’t start moving you’re gonna feelme.”

With her hand still cupping my jaw, she leaned forward, bringing her face close.

“Come with me, Sailor.”

My hips jerked up and Aria rode. Hard and fast, face-to-face, with our breath mingling, our eyes locked.

Christ, she was gorgeous.

Always.

But when her lids went half-mast, her brown eyes went lazy, drunk on pleasure, she was unbelievably pretty.

I knew if I waited she’d give me more. When the haze cleared and she came back to herself what would be left would be a beauty I never knew existed. But now I saw it, I felt it, owned it—all the love she had to give and it was mine.

All mine.

Allfuckingmine.

Her breath hitched.

Her cunt clamped tight.

White hot pleasure exploded while my woman fucked me through my orgasm, taking her own and doing it phenomenally.

That haze had yet to clear. This time she gave it to me early. Her lips tipped up into a smile, love shone bright and clear, and still close, she muttered, “Happy first morning in our new home.”

Fuck, I loved this woman.

“Yeah, baby.”

“We’re going to be blissfully happy here.”

I knew we would be because I already was, and it had nothing to do with new house.

“Yeah.”

Her face went soft or—rather softer—as she traced the line of my jaw with her fingertips.

There was a shit-ton of work to do before this afternoon’s barbeque. I should’ve been out of bed thirty minutes ago. But with Aria naked and sated on top of me, staring down at me, giving me her version of a welcome home, I was not getting out of bed to move furniture. It was my turn to welcome her to her new home.

One hand left her hip, I used it to smack her ass, watched her eyes flare, let that settle before I ordered, “Clean up and hurry back. I want to eat you before I fuck you.”

Another eye flare, this one hungry.

My woman liked my mouth between her legs, but more she liked when I bossed, and after she’d given me all that she’d given me, I was feeling extra bossy. That meant we didn’t roll out of bed for a long-ass time. We were late getting downstairs and still arranging furniture when Jonas showed up.

I gave zero fucks we were late to our own party.

Aria smiling and happy meant she didn’t, either.

The sun was setting.The fire in the pit blazed even though it was not needed for warmth, but the glow turned the already kickass space more so. The backyard was huge—it would take forever to mow. Trees needed to be removed, other trees needed to be planted for privacy. Our neighbors weren’t close, but close enough that we needed those trees.

“How pissed is Aria?” Jonas asked from my right.

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