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“Wow, you’re stronger than you look.” He grins, knowing full well that he let me do it. I couldn’t have managed it if he hadn’t allowed it.

“You’re mine now,” I purr.

I rise up and ride him. His heated gaze darts from my face to my breasts to the space where our bodies meet. I love that he’s watching his enormous cock slide in and out of my body. I’d lookdown too, but I prefer seeing the desire in his eyes. It’s so damn hot.

My plan to last longer by being on top is fruitless. The angle and tightness ratchet up the tension in my core. Sparks of fire lick along my clit. I’m dripping wet and half-mad with the need for release. I arch back, placing my hands on his upper thighs to steady myself. His hands grab my hips, and he works me up and down his cock. I’m not in control anymore. He is. And I love it.

Our passion builds and builds until my moans fill the room. I hear the voices of the other guys through the door, but I don’t care. Nothing matters but Nitro. He’s everything I never knew I needed. He’s a sex god, and he’s all mine.

My orgasm catches me off guard. I scream as rough spasms tighten my body around his. He growls with pleasure, loving the way I milk his cock with my pussy. My ass slaps against his thighs as I keep riding through my release. I come again and again until it becomes one huge crushing wave of indulgence.

He suddenly goes rigid. His mouth forms an “O” while his back arches high off the bed. The first pulse of heat fills me. Then spurts of his white-hot release warm me from inside. His soundless scream is caught in his throat, but I know it’s there. It’s like we’re bonded together now. Joined in a way I can’t even explain. I feel what he’s feeling, and he does the same with me.

When we finally crash, I slump against him. He holds me tight, whispering sweet murmurs of contentment. I’d say something equally loving if I had an ounce of energy left. I’m like melted butter, and I’m not going to be moving anytime soon. He doesn’t seem to care. Instead, he strokes my back and spreads a million little kisses all over my face. I’ve never felt so loved, so cherished. I can’t believe it’s real. But it is. And I’m starting to wonder if it could be like this forever.

Chapter 15: Nitro

Holly’s still asleep when someone knocks on my door the next morning. We were up all night having the kind of sex I’ve only dreamed about. It’s so much better when it’s with someone you actually care for. I’m in deep and I like it. Even though I’ve been half in love with her since the day I met her, being able to share the darkest parts of my soul with her changed everything. I have to protect her from her soon-to-be-ex. Maybe that’s why someone’s trying to get me up so damn early.

I glance at the clock on my nightstand. It’s not even seven a.m. What the hell? They know I never get up before ten.

Grumbling, I get out of bed and pull on a pair of jeans. I stomp over to the door and crack it open. Reaper’s standing outside.

“You know seven a.m. isn’t even a real time, right?” I ask.

He grunts and tries to look over my shoulder.

“Bro, do you want your ass beat?” I push him back a step before walking out to join him. I shut the door behind me. “What do you want?”

“Scar’s calling Church.”

“Did you guys find Polson last night?”

“No. He slipped away.”

“Again? He’s not a criminal mastermind. He’s a fucking doctor. How can he keep getting away?” I’m fucking pissed. My heart’s beating a mile a minute and I want to punch something.

Reaper shrugs. “Ten minutes till Church.”

“I’ll be there.”

As I head back into my room, Holly shifts on the bed. The sheet slips lower, revealing the curve of her luscious ass. I groan. Even though I’ve had her in every way possible in the last twelve hours, I want more. She’s the hottest woman on the planet, and she’s all mine.

“Come back to bed,” she murmurs.

I slide under the covers and pull the sheet back over her ass. There’s not enough time for what I want to do to her, so I’d better not start anything.

“Scar’s calling Church. They didn’t get your husband last night.”

“Maybe we should stop trying.”

“What? Why?”

“The divorce papers are filed. He hasn’t tried to contact me. Maybe he doesn’t care enough to do it. For all I know, he could be happy to be rid of me.”

“He’s an idiot.”

“Well, yes.” A slow smile brightens her face. “But, aside from that, he’s lazy.”

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