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Making me lose my fucking mind.

“That’s it, Ivy. Take it all.”

His pace picks up, grows rougher, dirtier, filthier.

He’s relentless.

His dirty words, the feel of his rough hands, the way he owns my body—it’s too much.

And then—his fingers find my clit.

“Oh, fuck. Mmm.”

“That’s it,” he groans, thrusting harder. “Come all over my cock, baby. I want to feel it.”

I explode.

Screaming. Trembling. Wrecked.

And Jackson?

He doesn’t fucking stop.

He groans, gripping my hips, his cock pounding into me as my orgasm spasms around him.

And then—I feel him tremble.

His hips stutter.

A deep, guttural groan tears from his throat.

And then—he lets go.

Filling me with his heat.

Claiming me. Owning me.

When we collapse, panting, sweaty, and spent, he pulls me close, holds me tight, and whispers into into my ear.

“You’re mine now, Ivy. Mine.”

I lay my head on the pillow, staring into his light blue eyes.

My body saysI know.

My mind, however, says it’s never so simple.

Maybe it’s the one night stand and ghost. Maybe it’s the drama I’ve been reading online. Maybe it’s some deep part of my daddy issues.

But I nod, and fall asleep softly in his arms. I can feel him watching me.

Chapter Twenty-Six

JACKSON

Sunday morning.

Game day.

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