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“I love you.” Is this real? How did I get so lucky? I know I’m grinning like a loon. But I don’t care.

“Are you going to pull out?” She squirms against me.

“No. Not yet.”

She giggles. “Is this a caveman thing? Are you just content inside me, or are you trying to make sure every single sperm has a fighting chance?”

“A little of both.” I ease out an inch and thrust back to the hilt. I want to be inside her. The thought of parting from her makes my chest tighten.

“Eventually, we’ll have to leave this room in search of food,” she teases.

I grunt. “For the next week, you’re not leaving this room. I’ll get food and bring it back to the room. You will lounge around naked or wearing the things in those gift bags. I’ll feed you.”

She giggles. “I can’t stay in here all week.”

“Sure, you can. I’m not going to give you enough clothes to leave the room.” I’m feeling irrationally possessive. I push into her again, my cock still as hard as it was before I came.

Her breath hitches, and I love how her eyes roll back. She licks her lips. “Are you going to let me shower and bathe? Or do you want to prop my hips up with pillows and continue fucking me until you’re sure I’m pregnant?” She’s teasing, but the idea makes me growl.

I kiss her deeply, consuming her until she’s pliant under me again and moving her hips. I’m shocked, but I’m going to come again. So is she. I find our rhythm, thrusting hard and deep, grinding the base of my cock against her clit. Every time I do so, she gasps.

Her ankles hook tightly around my thighs as she tries to hold me inside her. She lifts her hips to get me deeper. She’s not kissing me back any longer because she can’t focus on more than her pussy.

It’s so fucking hot. I lift my lips so I can watch her face as she writhes and takes from me, grinding and squirming until she finally gasps before her orgasm washes through her with a long moan.

Her pussy pulses around my cock, milking me, making me come yet again.

When I can breathe, I murmur, “I’ve changed my mind. You’reneverleaving this room again.”

She smiles. “I might be okay with that, though I’ve hardly spent any time with your parents. I should probably come out and get to know them while they’re in town.”

I groan. Shit. Forgot about them. Crap. Yes. I will have to share my girl with my parents and hers. We’ll have them all over for brunch. Not tomorrow, though. Tomorrow, I’m not giving her clothes. That’s final. They can come the day after.

Chapter28

Claire

I’ve never giggled so much in my life. My face hurts from smiling. I’ve also never been naked this long. True to his word, Ryder hasn’t let me leave the bedroom for two nights. He even cuffs me to the bed when he leaves to get food so I can’t escape. It makes me so fucking aroused every time that I can’t even eat what he brings back until he satisfies me again.

Several times, he has left me cuffed to the bed while he feeds me. That’s sexy, too. Everything with Ryder is sexy. I’m cuffed to the bed now because he’s just returned from getting me coffee.

“Are you going to let me take a bath this morning?” I ask jokingly. The man has washed me several times with a warm cloth on the bed, but he hasn’t let me use the shower or the tub.

I know why. He’s marking me. He has an obsession with getting me pregnant. I was joking about him propping me up to make sure his sperm have a better chance, but he’s done everything but tip me upside down.

We have to clean up and get dressed this morning, though. Our parents are coming. I can’t go downstairs smelling like sex.

Ryder grunts. “No. I’ll give you a shower.”

A shiver runs down me, leaving goosebumps all over my body. I’m aroused again as I stare at my husband. I’m sitting against the headboard, my arms spread wide since he has connected my wrists high up on the posts. My breasts are heavy, my nipples deliciously sore.

Ryder sets his coffee on the nightstand and carefully climbs onto the bed, holding mine. “Spread your legs, baby.”

I part my knees for him so he can kneel between them. Where has my modesty gone? It’s fled the estate. That’s for sure. His come is running out of me again, and I’m wantonly spread open for him. It’s scandalous. It’s hot.

He holds the mug up to my mouth and carefully gives me a sip of coffee, holding his other hand under the lip in case it drips.

I moan as soon as the elixir enters my body and accept several more sips. “You could release me so I could hold that myself.”

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