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There is no mistaking the possessiveness in my voice as I say the words out loud.

Savannah’s eyes widen, her cheeks are flushed, her grip around my cock tightening as her hand falls between her thighs.

“Fuck that pussy with your fingers, Blondie. I want you wet and ready for me once I sink inside you because I won’t be leaving anytime soon.”

Dropping my hand, I cup her tit, tweaking her hard nipple.

She moans as I fuck her mouth, each time slipping a little bit deeper. The pressure builds inside my spine, and my abs flex. Her eyes were watering when I hit the back of her throat, barely holding onto control. Cursing loudly, I pull her back. Her teeth graze over my length, making me shudder as my cock pops out of her mouth, and I tug her to her feet.

“Blake, wha?—”

“Hands on the wall.”

Turning her away from me, I press my front against her back. One of my hands slides just under her stomach, while with the other I interlock my fingers with hers and place our hands against the tiles.

In one swift movement, I enter her from behind.

Savannah sucks in a breath, her sweet cunt squeezing around my length like a vise grip.

“Blake,” she moans softly, her eyes falling shut as she trembles in my arms. “I need…”

“I know exactly what you need, baby,” I whisper and nip at the hollow of her neck as I fuck her, each time sinking deeper into her.

Rubbing at the swell of her belly, I slide my hand lower, cupping her sex and teasing her clit. The small bundle of nerves pulses against my thumb.

I nuzzle the side of her face. Savannah glances at me, her eyes heavy with need. I watch them darken, her lips parting as I hit just the right spot. Her body shakes as she comes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” The words are more like a growl as I speed up my movements, chasing my own release.

I capture her lips, swallowing her moan as my tongue sinks into her mouth. The kiss is messy as I slam into her—over and over again. Wild and needy.

Savannah’s hand wraps around me, pulling me closer, her nails digging into my skin as she comes again, just as I let out a roar and explode inside of her.

Savannah goes limp, so I wrap my arms around her body and pull her to my chest, kissing her shoulder. “I’ve gotcha, Blondie.”

“Mm-hmm…” She blinks her eyes open and glances at me over her shoulder, her hand cupping my cheek. Her hair is wet, cheeks flushed, and there are still remnants of paint on her face, but I don’t think she’s ever been more beautiful to me. “I know.”

The trust shining in those blue irises makes my throat tight. The words I wanted to tell her so badly are on the tip of my tongue, but I swallow them back and press my mouth against her forehead in a gentle kiss as I pull out of her.

“We’re still dirty,” she says, pressing her thighs together.

“I like when you’re dirty,” I chuckle, the corner of my mouth lifting in a self-satisfied smirk. “Tell you what, I’ll help you wash off, and then I’ll take you to bed and get you dirty all over again.”

“Promises, promises,” she singsongs.

“You should know by now that I’m very good at keeping my promises.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

BLAKE

“You do realize it’s weird that you sneak into the house every morning, right?”

I jump in surprise, the door slamming behind me and making me wince. “Fucking hell, Daniel.”

Turning around, I find my son leaning against the kitchen doorway, a cup of coffee in his hand. He watches me silently, making me feel like I’m the teenager here and not him.

Talk about turning the tables.

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