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“Let me help you.” Gunz nips my chin.

Before I can ask how, a palm slides down my hip to the side of my thigh. “I’ve got you.” His dick wears an impression into my opposite thigh as he squeezes my legs together for me.

That’s it.

All I need.

Succumbing to pleasure, sparks roar to life—violent and beautiful as my eyes slam closed. Moans pour from my lips.

Heat consumes.

Everything coalesces.

My nipples harden. My clit throbs.

And he’s there.

Stoking the flames, higher and higher. Whispering encouragement in my ear. Taking me to the brink, where breath ceases to exist.

“That’s it.” He squeezes me once last time… and…

I rip apart at the seams.

Digging my heels into the couch, my back bowing, ecstasy ravages me, and I let it.

Want it.

Need it.

Time ceases.

When I moan, Gunz moans.

When I shudder, he shudders.

When I grab for him… he’s there…my anchor.

“That’s it, beautiful.” He nibbles my shoulder.

I gasp, almost climaxing again from the touch alone.

Everything feels tight.

Sensitive.

Awake.

Catching my breath, I open my eyes and look at him. His face is red, those eyes lazy—bedroom sexy. The hard cock at my hip bucks with need. Biting my bottom lip, I flick my gaze to where he is and back to Gunz’s face. He shakes his head slow and firm, brooking no room for argument for what he’s about to say. “Ignore him. This isn’t about him. This is about you.”

But I want to help…I open my mouth to say but I’m shut down when Gunz delivers that same, no-nonsense shake as if he knows what’s going on in this head of mine.

Reaching up, the handsome man brushes the backs of his fingers over the fresh, achy marks around my throat. “That’s all I need... for now.”

“Marks?”

“Mymarks.”

This man.

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