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I can’t help the punishing pace and we both chase our highs. It doesn’t take long until I feel Baylee’s walls constrict as her next orgasm crashes over her. Her climax lasts for some time and her screams ricochet off the walls. I see the sweat beading off her forehead and I continue to pound into her.

Once she’s coming down, I slow my pace. I’m convinced I can get another out of her.

“One more, baby,” I demand.

I change my angle slightly, bringing one of her legs up on my shoulder. Right then, she moans and I know my piercing is hitting differently than before. The minute she feels the change, she arches her back and I begin at a faster pace. I bring my thumb to her clit.

“Shit, Tucker, right there,” she moans.

“You close?” I feel my own orgasm looming.

“Yes, keep going... right there,” she demands.

I keep at it at the same pace and soon she’s screaming my name. The minute she climaxes again, I feel my own orgasm hit me. My vision goes black, and my thrusts slow down as I empty into her.

“Fuck, that was...” I say as I drop kisses along her chest and neck, eventually kissing her lips. “That was intense.”

“I would agree.” She smiles against my lips.

“Maybe we should take a shower?” I ask her.

“Yes, maybe we should. Maybe we can get dirty again in there too.” She winks.

My girl is insatiable.

CHAPTER 29

Baylee

I layon Tucker’s chest, running my finger through his chest hair, admiring the ink along his left pec. I don’t think it matters how many times I see his exposed torso, I’ll never be over how toned and beautiful he is.

“Your body is incredible,” I say just above a whisper. “I can’t get enough of you.” I bring my head up, rest my chin on his chest and look up at him, my smile soft and sated.

“Well, if that’s your way of asking for another round, please give me at least thirty minutes. I think my dick will fall off if we have sex again. I can’t keep up with your young ass.” He squeezes my ass under the sheet.

I laugh and lay my head back down. “I’d never pass up another round, but no, that’s not what I meant. I’m just saying, I’ll never get sick of touching you, or looking at you and knowing you’re mine.”

I love this time together when we just lay here; moments where the silence isn’t uncomfortable and we can just bask in what we’re building together.

Running his fingers up and down my bare spine, he breaks the silence, “Do you want to make it official, Bay?”

I can’t help the panic that washes over me like a bucket ofcold water. My head snaps up and I wish I could’ve controlled my reaction more.

“Why? Do you not want to?” Masking my disappointment is futile. He can read the hurt all over my face.

He brings his palm to my cheek and lean into him and close my eyes.

“Baylee, the thought of truly being your husband completes every fiber of my soul, do you understand me?” With his words, my eyes snap open and look straight into his. I feel like everything in me is firing on all cylinders.

“But you have to understand, I’m at a different part of my life. I’m a decade further into life than you—I’ve partied, I’m deep into my career, reaching my goals already. You’re just at the starting line, and I don’t want you to think I’m going to hold you back, or try to rush you,” he tells me and I can see the turmoil on his face.

“Why do you think you’d hold me back? I want this with you,” I tell him.

“Even if you don’t see it right now, you might make little decisions on your path that will take you right versus left, up instead of down—because of me. I don’t want to do that to you. I want you to become a physical therapist if that’s what you want. I want you to do all the things you desire.”

He seems really conflicted right now, and I pull myself up, revealing my breasts as I kiss him, then straddle him. There’s nothing sexual in what I’m doing, but I never got dressed after we had sex last.

“Tucker, I understand we’re ten years apart and at very different stages in life. That’s never going to change. You know what’s also never going to change?” I wait for him to answer.

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