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“Are you telling me that I can make love to my fiancée with nothing between us?” he asks, his voice husky with desire.

“Please.”

He rests his forehead against mine. “I’m going to embarrass myself.” He lifts his head, and his eyes find mine. “I love you.”

“I’ll help,” I tell him. I guide his hard length, and he pushes inside me. He stills while I lift my hips, needing more of him, needing all of him.

“I need a minute, Corie girl.”

“Okay,” I say, moving my hand to my clit where I begin to rub small circles.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Not helping, baby.”

“But then we can finish together.”

“You first. Always.”

“Together.”

He nods but doesn’t stop staring at us, joined with no barriers, as my fingers circle my clit. I feel all of him, and I arch my back as my orgasm starts to build.

“Together,” he says as he pulls out and pushes back in. He sets a punishing pace, causing my spine to tingle. I abandon my efforts, knowing he’s doing just fine on his own, and bury my hands in his hair.

“Right there,” I pant.

“I need you to come on this cock, Corie girl. I can feel your pussy going crazy. Fuck, it’s everything. You’re everything,” he says, burying his face in my neck. He moves his lips to my ear. “Come for me, fiancée.”

That’s all it takes. Four words to send me over the edge. I scream out his name, and he stills, grunting his release.

“Together,” I whisper again, once I’ve come down from my high.

“Always together,” he replies.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Knox

I open my eyes to the constant vibration of my cell phone on the nightstand. Who in the hell is calling me at… I squint at the clock on the nightstand, four in the damn morning. Kissing my fiancée on the temple, I carefully move out from under her to grab my phone before slipping out into the hallway.

It’s my agent, Tommy. He’s called five times and left at least a dozen messages. I ignore them all and call him as I pad my way down the hall to ensure I don’t wake Corie.

“Finally,” Tommy greets me.

“What’s so damn urgent you’re calling me at the ass-crack of dawn?” I ask him.

“A story broke.”

“Okay?”

“You’ve been sneaking around with Landry Reynolds’s little sister, and it’s against Rampage policy because you’re hiding it from them.”

My stomach drops, and I’m instantly wide awake. “Fuck. How? Only two people outside of my family know, and I know for damn certain none of them would leak this.”

“I contacted a few of my sources and have a name.”

“Who?” I grit out.

“Conner Johnson.”

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