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I hear it before I feel it and tremble with lust as his spit lands against the top of my ass and slides down between my cheeks, right to where his finger is pressed against me, allowing just the tip to slip inside with ease.

“Oh god,” I mutter, pushing back against him, loving the feeling of fullness that’s overtaking me. He’s barely even inside my ass, but I already know I’m going to want more.

He slows his pace, but only enough for his finger to slip inside me further until he can’t go anymore. He adds more spit, then fucks me slowly, a vast difference to how he was just rutting into my pussy.

“Fuck, you have no idea how good you look right now.” He pulls his finger out, then pushes it back in slowly. “My name across your back…my finger in your ass… I want to taste it, bury my tongue into your hole. Want to taste all of you, Lilah.”

I nod. I’ll agree to just about anything right now if it means feeling like this.

“But later. Right now, I want to make you come just like this, all over my cock while your tight little ass squeezes my finger.”

I try to nod again, but it’s no use. Not when he’s back to fucking me with a relentless force, pounding into me over and over until my arms feel like they’re about to give out, and my legs shake as I hold back my orgasm.

“So fucking pretty.” Another hard thrust. “Wish you could see yourself taking my cock.”

I don’t know what it is—his punishing movements, me holding back, or how full I feel with his finger stretching my ass—but suddenly my eyes are stinging with tears. I want to come. I want to come so badly I can’t stand it, but I can’t.

He folds himself over me, his lips finding my ear. “Let go. It’s okay to let go. I got you, sugar.”

I do. I let go of everything, and I can’t seem to help the tears that fall from my eyes as I come, his cock still drilling into me,his finger still in my hole. I have no idea why I’m crying, but I have a sinking suspicion that what Fox said has a lot to do with it.

Yours.

He is mine. I don’t know when it happened, don’t know how it happened, but Fox isn’t just my fake fiancé anymore. He’smine,and I’mhis.

The scariest part of all? The realization doesn’t terrify me nearly as much as I thought it would.

It doesn’t terrify me at all, and that scares me more than anything else.

CHAPTER 19

FOX

“That’s it. You’re officially no longer allowed to plan our dates.”

I chuckle, hands on my hips as I stare down at the girl doubled over, her own hands on her knees as she tries to catch her breath. We’ve been hiking for the last hour and a half and have stopped no less than ten times. Every time, Lilah has told me I’m no longer allowed to plan our dates. Every time, I laugh because even though she’s complaining, she loves our dates.

I’ve lost track of the number of times she’s had so much fun she’s fallen asleep in my arms at this point. As much as I love having sex with her—and Ireallyfucking love it—I love these dates and the nights she falls asleep on me even more, even if she is currently glaring at me like she’s plotting my murder.

“I thought you did Pilates.”

“IdodoPilates.Thisisn’t Pilates, Fox. This is torture.”

“It’s just a small hill. This is no different than walking around Seattle.”

“Idon’twalk around Seattle, though. I drive or Uber for this very reason. Walking up and down hills is pure agony.”

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

“You’re dramatic,” she counters, rising back to her full height, her breaths still coming in fast. “Fine. Let’s get this overwith. I’m starving and want a giant, greasy burger. No, wait—cheese fries. No—chicken strips.”

I lift a brow. “Are you going to order the whole menu?”

“I just might,” she says, brushing past me.

I shake my head at her, catching up easily as we continue to climb. We don’t talk much as we go, but I don’t mind. I like being out here in the woods all the same. And fine, itmighthave something to do with the view in front of me, Lilah’s leggings clinging to her sculpted ass.

“Stop staring at my butt!” she hollers over her shoulder when I’ve fallen behind for the tenth time when I could effortlessly be lapping her.

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