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Trying to erase that sad look from her face, I say, “Touch my dick, baby. I promise it isn’t broken.”

“Jagger!” she scolds me, as her face turns red.

“What?” I ask, “I need you to ride me. You know, for the healing effects your magical pussy has.”

She shakes her head at me. “Wild, we are not having sex until you are fully healed.”

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

MCKINLEY

Eight Weeks Later…

For the last eight weeks, Jagger has driven me crazy. If you think a man with a cold is bad, try one with broken ribs, that is supposed to not be doing anything physical. He has argued with me every day about sex, but I have stuck to my guns. I told him not until the doctor gave him a clean bill of health and, of course, he complained. The doctor told him early this morning that he was healed, so now I know at any minute he’s going to tear my clothes off.

I glance up from the book I’m reading, and see him standing in the doorway, his hands holding onto the top of the frame, wearing nothing but boxers. It’s completely unnecessary for anyone to look like he does. There’s no valid reason for the muscles, and he knows exactly what he does to me. His arms are sexy as hell, and I can’t explain why that’s a turn on, but it is. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip while his gaze travels to my legs.

“Jagger. What are you doing?”

He smirks at me, looking delicious. “Looking at my next meal.”

Letting go of the door frame, he stalks over to me with a heated expression.

“I’m fucking famished, baby.”

He climbs onto the bed, grabs onto my knees, and spreads my legs, with a nearly predatory look in his eyes.

“You have thirty seconds to get undressed, before I rip every piece of clothing from this beautiful body.”

I’m only wearing a tank top and sleep shorts, and they are thin, so he probably could rip them easily. Part of me doesn’t want him to, but the other part most certainly does. Jagger enjoys sex, that’s no secret. And he always has a dirty mouth, but there’s something about him right now that’s very different, but I don’t hate it.

I place my book on the end table and lift my shirt, while he watches me with the same intensity a wolf watches their prey.

“Ten seconds, filthy girl.”

Hooking my thumbs into the side of shorts on either side, I pull them down to the middle of my thighs, and he grabs my thighs and shoves them as far apart as they will go, and places his face on my pussy and inhales.

“You couldn’t wait until I got them off?”

“No,” he growls and runs his tongue up my slit. Without stopping, he pulls the shorts down on one side until he gets one of my legs free, and spreads me wide open while he lashes at my clit.

“Jagger,” I moan as I reach down and pull on his hair.

Pushing two fingers inside me, he groans. “You better come fast, because I’m going to go crazy if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“Please, I want you inside me. I don’t want to come like this.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and makes a show of licking them clean.

“I’ll come back here later to devour you more. I’m not done feasting on this sweet pussy.”

Climbing onto his knees, he reaches for a pillow.

“Lift your ass.”

I do, and he places the pillow underneath me.

“This will not be gentle. I’m going to fuck youhard. You’ve been torturing me for eight weeks.”

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