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As he holds me down and fills me he stares into my eyes in a way that should be unnerving.

But it’s not.

It’s hot. It’s thrilling—the way he wants me, the way he can’t hide it.

A shudder wracks his strong body as he eases out, then drives back in. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he murmurs.

My toes curl. “You should have,” I toss back, breathless.

He fucks me slow and deep, holding me down the whole time. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

And maybe it’s the endorphins talking, maybe it’s the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life, but I say, “Then stop telling me to pretend it didn’t happen.”

His eyes flood with heat and longing. “I won’t, baby. I can’t.”

And I can barely process the weight of those words beforehe shoves into me again—rearranging my view of the world, of sex, of possibilities with every mind-bending thrust.

With every pump of his hips.

With every press of his body against mine.

My mind goes hazy, my body aches everywhere, and the world blurs as he takes me in deep and slow—everything I never knew I wanted.

Then, he picks up the pace—harder, faster—sending me spinning as I fall apart beneath him. And seconds later, he follows me there, grunting, tensing, and giving me everything.

This is what I’ve been missing. And all I can think is—I want so much more of him.

24

THE GAME PLAN

Tyler

After I return from the bathroom, I fiddle with the condom wrapper left on the nightstand. I didn’t notice it before, but the packaging says,Put some protection on that erection.

As I sit down on Sabrina’s bed, I arch a brow, waggling it her way. “This is…interesting.”

A splash of pink colors her cheeks. She’s still stretched out on the bed, all loose and languid, skin glowing, hair a perfect mess. “Trevyn gave it to me. Turn it to the other side.”

I flip it over and snort. The wordsLargeare written on the back, then in small print:Just tell him it’s X-Large, sweetheart. He’ll love a good ego stroke, among other strokes.

I laugh. “Way to knock me down a peg,” I say.

She gives a faux pout. “Aww, did I hurt your feelings with the novelty condom?”

Novelty. That word sends a zip of worry down my spine. “They work like regular condoms though?”

She sits up. “Yes! They’re just in fun packaging. And I’m on protection too.”

I breathe a sigh of relief. “Good.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to get pregnant,” she says.

And damn, we are racing right into the serious conversations faster than I’d expected. I drag a hand through my hair, hoping to reset. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to make a thing of it.”

She sits up and sets a hand on my arm. “I’ll be right back.”

She rushes out of the bedroom, and I can’t help it—I watch her go, admiring her heart-shaped ass for the first time ever. I let out a low moan of appreciation at her fading form, then take a deep breath, looking around her room.

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