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I might be slightly obsessed.

“There are condoms in the side cabinet,” I say.

She pulls the drawer open and takes out the box. The cellophane crackles as she breaks it open and slides out the small packet.

After ripping it open, she slides the condom out and meets my gaze. I suck in a breath as she rolls it down my cock.

Oh, how I love her hands on me.

She smirks as she raises herself up and slowly impales herself, her tight, wet heat engulfing me.

I’m the luckiest man alive as she leans forward, her palms pushing against my pecs.

It’s hard to hold on as she grinds against me, rising up and down my cock.

She kisses me, and I wrap my hand around the back of her head, not wanting to ever stop.

When I let her up, she gives me a lazy smile. “Clayton.”

“I love it when you say my name. Only you.”

“Not even Jessie?” Her smile widens, and I know she’s only teasing.

“No one. Just my girl.”

She drops a kiss to my collarbone. “I like being your girl.”

Her hips keep moving, and I let out a groan as I thrust into her. I’m so close, but I’m trying so hard to hold on.

I’ll spend the rest of my life making her happy.

Whatever she needs.

I slip my thumb between my cock and her clit, and she bites her bottom lip as she rides me to her own orgasm.

I’m right behind her, and I grip her hips, thrusting in deep until I spill into the condom, moaning into her mouth as she kisses me again.

She slows, pressing her forehead to mine before she rolls off me and flops onto the sheet.

“That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing.”

Ivy turns toward me and cups my cheek. “I’m so crazy about you.”

“I’m obsessed with you.”

I roll her pebbled nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Ivy Buchanan has a body to die for, and I’m going to spend the rest of the night buried between those luscious thighs.

“I’m so glad I stormed over here,” she says.

I laugh. “Me too. And I’m even more glad that you’re moving in. I didn’t like the way your father and brother spoke to you.”

Her face drops. Is her home life that bad she doesn’t want to think about it? I’m no prince charming, but if anyone’s going to rescue her from it, it’ll be me.

“They … they changed after Mum died.”

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