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He gave her it all like a man possessed.

“Ever say that again about me pounding a kid into you, I’ll damn well do it.” Thrust. Thrust. He went so hard her orgasm was perilously close to her surface. “Squeeze me, love, make me feel every bare shudder, I need it, need it, fuck ... you feel how wet I’m making you? Love that. Fuck, feels amazing. God, this is the first time I’ve ever gone in raw, I can’t stand it, baby,” he panted in her face, two hungry desperate bodies straining together looking for that golden moment of bliss. “I’d be on you so goddamn much, Luxe. So much, you’d wonder what it felt like to not have me planted six feet inside this perfect pussy.” He seemed to be muttering to himself, his hard churns grew deeper, Luxe arched up as best as she could, taking it… taking it. Aydiosmio, she was floating on pleasure, coming like never before. “If that’s what my thief wanted, fuck, you’d just climb on my cock, wouldn’t you?” his mouth crushed hers, they kissed sloppy and wet, so perfectly. “Not like you don’t already own it, like you got your name tattooed on it.”

Her heart bloomed. She did?

“I will be the last fucking man inside this tight, gorgeous pussy, do you understand me, Luxe? Tell me you understand before I lose my mind.” Luxe thought she cried something incoherent to the effect of yes. “I’d be a savage to plant you full. Fuck, why did you put that in my head? Evil woman. I can’t go slow, I can never go slow, you make me insane.” And then he came on a roar that filled more than her body.

Afterwards he collapsed on top of her and they stayed like that forever, panting into each other’s necks, her hands working down his sweat slicked spine, feeling how he jerked inside her still.

His hands weren’t only touching anymore. They’re claimed what was his.

In that seemingly inconsequential moment, she knew things would never be the same, something had changed between them, opened them up somehow, and emotions had been invited in.

She was only forty-seven percent pissing herself terrified.

Luxe reached up and stroked his beard, neat and trim, soft to the touch, damp now with sweat from their rough play. "I've seen Twilight, are you imprinting on me, wolf boy?"

When Nathan only frowned his confusion, she laughed and nuzzled his chin. “I don’t understand any of those words. Now lie still while I get my breath back then I’ll work you out again.”

Her tired body renewed with a sort of fizzle and heat even as his hand came to rest on the swell of her ass. She’d never been the sort of woman to take orders like the ones he barked out. But god, she was finding she loved it.

When emotions were involved, it was true that some things you didn’t mind at all.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

"To break a man, you just have to know where his weaknesses lie…” – Luxe

Grinder knew she was trying to kill him. Starting with his dick.

Luxe purred his name and dropped the white cotton sheet before he’d barely cranked his neck around to look at what his girl needed, baring her gorgeous tits like she just knew what tricks to play to send his arousal into the fucking stratosphere with minimal effort, and right there, Grinder knew he was never getting to work any time soon, it was impossible, his boys would just have to cope with the influx of repairs without him. When suckable tits needed his attention he was no chump, no tits abandoned on his watch and certainly not his girl's tits.

He'd tried to leave an hour ago when she'd called out to him from the bathroom, presuming she was looking for new toothpaste he'd found her in the nude giving him a look with her gorgeously rounded hip jutted out in just that way that drove him right into arousal no stopping at Go. What was a man to do but fuck her deep and strong with her hands pressed to the wall mirror, both watching as he slammed into wetness?

Grinder’s eyelids drooped to half mast, air churning into his chest, unable to look away, feeling the stirring once again in the base of his spine clutching like a tight fist of need, the tone in her chocolate coated voice as she lounged in his messy bed did something to the wiring in his brain.

Suddenly his unbuttoned jeans were too tight to house his raging full dick. He hadn’t even been able to put on socks let alone his thermal shirt and cut. “My nipples need sucking, Nathan.” She told him and didn’t she just finger one to make it hard as a pebble.

Jesus Fuck.

He was knee-walking onto the bed in the next second, his mouth around one of those brown berries, her fingers digging into his scalp never felt so good.

“You’re gonna make me late.” He laved and licked, played with the mounds, first the left, then the right, not wanting to leave either of them out of his attention, his hand plumping up her breast to better access with his mouth.

She was sweet. So incredibly delicious.

“Isn’t this better than working?”

Inaudible words, he sucked hard and hungrily and heard her chuckling.

Her laugh was throaty and all too pleased with herself. “When you obey I getmuy mojado.”Very wet.

His Luxe used words she knew were incendiary to his fucking brain. He was her goddamn servant in every way possible, he’d suck on her tits all day and miss work if that’s what she wanted from him. He wouldn’t ever be done making it up to her.

He wasn’t above begging. Not with her. She’d broken his man brain on day one. With Luxe nothing was off the table and he really wanted her forgiveness. He had a feeling they couldn’t move to the next level until she’d given him it and … fuck, if he wasn’t desperate to make amends to her.

Grinder wasn’t going to stop his one-man campaign to get the words from her, and even then, his time with Luxe was never over. Hell no.

He had the long haul in mind when he looked at her. There was no way he was putting that face of hers back into the world for another dickhead to scoop up and worship. No fucking way, she was his.

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