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The frenzied kissing, the desperate pounding of his cock into me, both of us holding each other so tightly that it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins. We are one. The thought should terrify me. Maybe tomorrow morning it will. But tonight, I just want to be.

I meet him thrust for thrust as long as I can, then let him take over the savage pace. How I’m not split in two right now is a mystery I don’t fucking care to solve.

Another orgasm builds in my core, but I don’t have time to warn him before I come undone.

“That’s it, Princess. Come on my cock.”

I’m wrapped around him like a spider monkey, my body no longer touching the bed. At least I don’t think it is. I can’t tell what’s real and what’s fantasy right now. Axel’s hands are anchored on my ass as he pummels into me.

He starts to groan.

“Come inside me,” I plead.

He pumps hard one, two, three final times and lets out the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard a man make as he releases himself inside me.

His lips find mine, gently this time, as he comes down from his own high. His cock is still inside me when he looks me in the eyes and says, “You’re mine, Princess.Onlymine.”

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AXEL

I waketo the sight of Kelsey at the writing desk in my room, a blanket wrapped around her waist. She’s naked from the waist up, her tits hanging freely as she furiously types. I moved that writing desk into my bedroom over a week ago, when she started getting up in the middle of the night to write.

I don’t dare interrupt her until she’s finished.

But I push aside the covers and fist a hand around my cock, slowly stroking myself as I watch her.

It’s been like this nearly every day for two weeks. I wake up to Kelsey writing. After she finishes the scene she’s on, I find another way to pamper my princess. After we’ve both come, I shower and head into the shop, and she hangs out atDaisy’s DinerorThe Library Card—the coffee shop we never did get a chance to explore together after our first date—and writes.

Every evening, my Moleskin notebook is fuller with ideas for the shop, my schedule booked further and further out, and Kelsey’s back in my bed.

She hasn’t talked about Hawaii in several days. I haven’t brought it up.

Maybe, just maybe, she’s accepted that what’s between us is real. That she doesn’t need to move away to chase inspiration. Either way, I think I might be able to convince her to stay a little longer.

“Done!” Kelsey announces, throwing her hands up in the air at the same time she spins her chair around to face me.

God she’s beautiful.

“That’s great, Princess.”

“No, I’m done,” she says, her smile growing. “With the book!”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Well, except the epilogue. But I’ll knock that out later.”

“I think we should celebrate,” I insist, enjoying the way she watches me stroke my cock. “Finishing a book is a big deal.”

“I think you’re right.” She stands and the blanket falls away, revealing her body in its entirety. She sways her hips as she walks back toward the bed, and dammit if I don’t nearly come just at the sight of her. I fucking love this woman. I want to do this every day.Forever.

Tonight, I’m going to lay it all out on the line.

Before I can ask if she’s free later, she straddles my hips and sinks down onto my cock. All coherent thoughts leave my brain as I watch my princess ride my cock. She leans forward, and I eagerly take a nipple into my mouth. My hands grip her hips, encouraging the frenzied pace.

When she’s close to the edge, I pull her off.

“What the?—”

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