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“Your piercings…” Hazel’s nails dig into my back, dragging across my skin. “Don’t stop, Gage.”

“Oh, Spitfire, I’m not going to stop. I’m going to pound this pussy until neither of us can see straight. I’m not going to let you leave this bed for a long fucking time.”

She turns her head to the side, closing her eyes as the pleasure races through our bodies. “Oh, God, I’m going to come again.”

I lean down and latch onto the piercing in her nipple and pull her knees up higher and over my shoulders. “Come all over me, Spitfire. Take me there with you.”

She clenches around me, growing tighter and hotter, and with a few more thrusts, I feel the first drop of cum leave my body. “Fuck…”

“Gage!” she cries, coming apart beneath me.

Tremors of pleasure race through my body as Hazel clings to me, both of us fighting for air as our orgasms crash over us.

As the final wave crashes over us, I lift my head, meeting her heavy-lidded gaze.

“That was…” she whispers.

But she doesn’t have to finish, because we both know.

Everything just changed.

Chapter seventeen

Hazel

Exiting the bathroom, I find Gage sitting against the headboard, still shirtless with only the sheet draped over his bottom half, covering his glorious dick.

It’s official. Those piercings have ruined me.

His chest is still damp from the exertion of fucking me within an inch of my life, but it’s not his muscles or tattoos that I’m mesmerized by—it’s his smile. It’s the first real one I think I’ve seen from him.

“Get that beautiful ass over here,” he commands.

As I step closer, still bare from head to toe, he grabs my wrist and pulls me toward him, flipping me effortlessly so I’m flat on my back, staring up at him.

“Who are you and what have you done with my grumpy husband?”

He trails a finger down my cheek, making my skin break out in goosebumps. “Turns out sex was all I needed to put me in a better mood.”

I roll my eyes and try to escape from his hold, but he pins me down with a little more pressure. “Hazel…”

“If this was just about getting your dick wet—”

He cuts me off with his lips, swirling his tongue deep against mine, stealing my words and my breath.

God, I’m in trouble.

When he lets me come up for air, he says, “This is more than sex, Spitfire. Please tell me you know that.”

My eyes bounce back and forth between his. “I do.”

“Good.” With one more kiss, he lets me sit up and then guides me to straddle his lap, his cock already hard beneath me.

I think about how I can still feel him between my legs, yet I could already go for round two. But I need to know where his head is at first. “What changed, Gage?”

He leans his head back against the headboard and sighs. “You are a hard woman to resist, Hazel.”

“I know.” Smirking, I reach up to cup his jaw. “But…”

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