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“You’re adorable when you’re frustrated.”

“Please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

“Well, if you’re going to beg?—”

“I’m not begging,” she says, using her lower leg to push down on my body until my cock hits my hand. “But I will if you want me to.”

I slip my fingers out of her and make sure I’m lined up with her entrance, and as I push into her, I tell her, “There’s no reason to beg for something I can’t wait to give you, Jules.”

She sucks in a breath when she takes the first couple of inches of me, and then she relaxes as I drive my hips forward slowly. She’s hot, and tight, and wet, and lying there with all her hair fanned out beneath her, and those big blue eyes staring up at me, she’s basically a goddess. The dream girl I didn’t know I was looking for and was lucky enough to find anyway.

She winces when I’m not even all the way in yet, and I freeze. “Are you okay?”

“Just . . . so full. I’ve never been this full.”

“Not even with your extensive toy collection?” I tease.

Her eyes widen. “How do you know about that?”

“Besides the one I got a first-hand view of in the shower, you mean? You told me all about your collection on our walk home when you were drunk.”

“No, I didn’t,” she says, tilting her hips up to take more of me. “There’s no way I was that drunk.”

I lean my face down and nuzzle into her hair next to her ear. “So you’re saying you told me about all your different vibrators while sober. Got it.” I draw my hips forward, pushing into her farther.

And then she tightens her leg over my ass and slams her hips up so I enter her completely. She hisses as her muscles contract around me, and I swear to God I see stars.

“That’s better,” she says on a breath. “Stop treating me like I’m going to break. I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

“Like I mean what, exactly?” I ask as I start to move inside her with long, slow strokes.

“Like you mean all the things you said to me earlier tonight.”

Moving one of my knees up under hers, I smooth my hand up her ribcage on the opposite side of her body, letting my thumb graze under her breast and across her nipple. And then I’m sliding my palm around her collarbone and up her neck until I’m cupping her chin in my hand.

Kissing her lips lightly, I whisper, “The problem is, I don’t want to fuck you like I’m falling in love with you. I want tofuck you like I’m trying to ruin you for every other man in existence.”

I feel her chest shake with laughter and I still because I can’t figure out why that would make her laugh. She responds by tightening the walls of her core and squeezing my cock, then she reaches out and cups my cheek in her hand.

“You alreadyhave, Colt. You’ve shown me how I should be treated by a man. You’ve shown me that I can trust you, and that I don’t have to control everything. Now, I just want to lose control with you. So fuck me however you want to because I’m going to love it no matter what.”

Her words unleash whatever part of me I’ve been holding back. I am absolutely feral for this woman, and determined that she know it, feel it, and understand it before this is done. And as I move inside her with abandon, she meets me thrust for thrust. Our lips, tongues, and teeth tangle together as we devour each other wholly—it’s like the first time I kissed her in the alley, but a hundred times better, too. While I kiss her, my free hand explores her body, caressing and gripping the smooth expanse of her skin, learning every nook and cranny of her. I want to memorize every single thing about her, so that I can still feel her with me when I leave for a road trip later this week.

I don’t want to go.

Later on, when I’m not in the middle of having sex with the girl of my dreams, I’ll have to figure out what it means that I’ve had that thought twice tonight. I’ve never dreaded going on a road trip. I’ve never wished I was home with a woman instead.

Then again, I never had anyone like Jules in my life before.

“Yes,” she hisses as I drive into her deeply. As I bottom out, I tilt my hips so the end of my cock hits the ridges deep inside her that I know will help her orgasm again. With my body grinding against her clit, and her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist that I can barely pull out of her, I know I’m hitting all the right places.

“Holy shit,” she says, her breath catching, “please don’t stop.”

“There’s no chance we’re stopping, Tink. Not until you’re screaming my name so loud someone alerts the media.”

She wraps her hand around the back of my head and pulls my face to hers, sinking her teeth into my lower lip before she says mumbles into my mouth, “How about you make me?”

“Don’t worry, I plan to.”

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