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I loved that he’d done those things. Not a single part of it bothered me. I’d so badly needed someone to care that much.

“In a way, I did the same,” I said in a rush. “I saw you in an interview and made myself come after lusting over you. Then I joined the game because I thought you might be in it, too. I only went there for you. I was obsessed, and then I met you, and now I’m far, far beyond that.”

Malachi gave a startled laugh. “We’re as crazy as each other.”

“Only for you.”

“Only for you,” he agreed, then jerking his hips, he slipped inside me, the stretch so overwhelmingly right.

My eyelids fluttered closed.

“No, angel. Eyes on me.”

I obeyed. He smiled.

“It’s midnight. Our thirty days are over.”

I kissed him. “Then the rest of our lives just began.”

Chapter 18

Emmeline

Christmas morning found Malachi and me alone. Later, we were picking up his kids and stopping at the gym for something, but we had hours until then.

We woke up kissing, and just as fast, my senses connected up to discover he was hard inside me. Had we moved together in our sleep? Or was that all him, waking before me and taking what he needed? I didn’t care. It felt too good for enquiry.

I moaned against his lips, and he pulled out of me and moved down the bed to recline at the end by my feet, his dick in his hand. I curled up around my nakedness and blinked at him.

“Show me how you made yourself come to videos of me,” he said.

Ah, so that’s what he’d been thinking about. I’d easily accepted his interference in my life with only a few questions. All he’d done had been in my favour and without expectation. Yet he hadn’t asked the same in reverse until now.

I squirmed under his dark gaze. “I can’t.”

“Aye, you can. Part those knees and let me see you, angel.”

There I went, obeying him again.

I spread my legs, loving how his pale-blue gaze darted to between them, to the part of my body he spent countless hours worshipping.

“Get those fingers wet.”

“It’s better when you do it,” I complained.

Even so, I played with myself, grazing over my clit and hitching my breath at the pleasure that rippled through me. I was already heavily aroused from how we’d woken, but I got even more so by Malachi’s expression.

He jerked his cock. His hips worked with tiny thrusts like he couldn’t stop from the urge to fuck me.

My naïveté caught up. This wasn’t for me, it was all for him.

“I was on my sofa in just a dressing gown.” I painted the picture. “Waiting on a food delivery for dinner after a long week. My hair was damp. My heart thumped so hard when I saw you in a fight. You were so savagely beautiful, and it woke some dormant part of my brain. I wanted you to grab me. I imagined your hard body under my hands and your blood on my thighs.”

The muscles of his forearm tightened. “You wanted me on first sight?”

“I did. I have never, ever wanted a man in that way, but with you, I had a race against time to get myself off before my food arrived. Then I woke again in the night with you on my mind and did it again.”

He grunted approval, breathing through his nose. “I was obsessed with you from the second you exited that office. Your smart little outfit, your voice. It did that same thing to me. You wanted me to dirty you up. I needed your pristine body under me.”

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