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“I want you to fuck me so good I’m feeling you for days,” I say.

He reaches into the nightstand and grabs a condom, holding eye contact as he rips it open and rolls it down his hard cock. He positions a pillow under my ass before he runs the head of his cock through my wetness and teases my clit. He repeats the motion before slowly sliding the head inside me. I moan as I stretch around him. He’s meticulously slow, making me take him inch by inch.

Going slow is as hard on him as it is on me. It’s all over his face as he clenches his jaw. When he’s all the way in, he falls forward, his head in the crook of my neck as he breathes harshly.

“You’re mine,” he growls, and I clench around him. Those words are more true than he knows.

“Grayson. Move,” I moan.

He nips at my shoulder as he pulls out to the tip and then slams back in. My back arches off the bed as my hands find hisback. I scratch at his back as he fucks me slow and hard. I feel every inch of him. He’s destroying me from the inside out, and I’m loving every moment of it.

He pushes back up and lifts my hips even higher off the bed, and I scream as he slams into me again. He hits that spot with such precision I’m already about to come again. I roll my nipples between my fingers, trying to bring myself to the edge even faster. I want to come. I want to squeeze his cock until he’s coming, my name on his lips.

His thumb finds my clit, and a single swipe of it sends me crashing over the edge. As the orgasm begins to subside, he applies more pressure to my clit before his hand leaves and comes down in a slap, and I’m falling over the edge again. He lets me recover before sending me over the edge again.

Leaning forward, he whispers, “You’re so pretty when you come with my name on your lips.”

My body is so spent, I can’t even smile at him. He lifts my right leg to my chest, and I swear I’m going to die. I’ve never come this many times with a guy.

“One more, Spitfire. I know you’ve got one more,” he grunts.

When his eyes meet mine, it only takes two more thrusts before I’m scratching at his back as my vision fades and I call his name. This orgasm isn’t just mind-blowing, it’s soul-shattering. I’m giving him a piece of me in this moment, and I’m not sure I ever want it back.

He comes with me, my name on his lips as he empties himself into the condom. We stare at each other as we work to catch our breath. He rolls off me, heading into the en-suite, and I take in the scratch marks I left on his back. I feel a sense of pride leaving my mark on him so that anyone who sees them knows he’s spoken for. He returns with a warm washcloth and helps clean me up before he tosses it to the corner and climbs intobed. I shuffle off and head into the washroom. I do my business before staring at myself in the mirror.

It takes everything in me to not burst into tears. After tonight, I only have four days left in this ninety-day agreement, and I’m so torn. I don’t want it to end, but there’s something missing that I can’t put a finger on. It’s that one thing that will have me throwing caution to the wind and telling him I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him. I just don’t know that I’ll get that before it’s too late.

CHAPTER 33

Hannah

Leaving Grayson Friday morning is hard. We spent Wednesday and Thursday wrapped in each other, only leaving the bed to eat and replenish our energy before falling back together. I’m not sure which of us was more insatiable. This morning, he watched me dress before making me a cup of coffee and kissing me on the cheek before I left. No matter what I do, my thoughts continue to return to him, even when I’m surrounded by the girls.

“Earth to Hannah,” Zoey says as she waves a hand in front of my face.

“Hmmmm?” I say.

“You’re day dreaming, and you walked in a little funny.” She grins. “You and Grayson had some fun last night.”

She’s not wrong, just missing the forty-eight hours before that, too.

“You’re not telling us something,” Liz says, ever the observer.

I sigh.

“She’s fallen in love with him,” Bailey says, and my gaze moves to her. She’s looking at me with a soft, knowing smile.

Hearing someone else say those words out loud has it hitting so much harder. Knowing I’m still missing something in the relationship has tears gathering behind my eyes, because I also know I won’t ever find a love like this again. It’s one of those ones that buries itself into your soul and when you lose it, it takes a piece of you with it.

I blink a few times and plaster on a smile. “Today is about you, Bailey. You’re getting married tomorrow. So let’s focus on that,” I say.

She shakes her head. “You’re my friend, Hannah, and seeing you find love will always be important.”

Ughhh, this girl. As if I wasn’t already feeling enough.

Lily, Bailey’s best friend, walks in the door at that moment. “I’ve got several bottles of champagne, homemade chocolate chip cookies, and chocolate,” she says while carrying a big box. She sees all of us and places the box down. “What’s wrong?” she asks, worry filling her voice.

Bailey stands and gives Lily a hug and says, “Nothing, just Hannah falling in love with her husband.”

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