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He has the silliest grin as he watches me, waiting for my response.

I return his grin and throw my head back to laugh. “You are so weird,” I tell him.

His mouth comes down to the top of my breast, and he bites me gently through my tank top and sports bra. I gasp and arch into him. “You love it,” he says, grinding against me again.

“Oh god,” I moan. He releases my legs, and I slowly put them on the floor. Thinking we’re done, I’m about to tell him about the cheesecake I just put in the oven, but then he’s yanking my leggings and panties down.

My eyes widen, but I step out of the leggings and let him lift my tank top and sports bra over my head. He unbuckles his belt and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down his hips. Then his finger dips between my legs.

“Are you ready for me, Shortcake?” he asks. My head falls back against the wall when his finger slides through my folds and he touches my clit.

“Connor,” I groan. His mouth comes down to take my nipple in his mouth.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” His mouth trails to my other breast, giving it equal attention. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He lifts me again, lining himself up with me, his cock teasing me.

“Please,” I breathe out. His mouth takes mine as he enters me in a slow thrust. I hold him tight as he sinks in completely. When his hips meet mine, he stills. A whine escapes me, and he breaks our kiss with a groan.

He still doesn’t move even when I try to buck against him. “I didn’t know it could feel like this.” He whispers against my clavicle. He brings his forehead against mine, his eyes full of emotion. I swallow the lump in my throat as I return his stare. He pulls his hips back slowly so the tip of his cock almost slips out of me before pushing back in with painstaking slowness. I expected this to be fast and hard; it is anything but that. He pulls back again with the same slowness.

I move my head from side to side. “Connor. I need more,” I cry out. Leaning forward, I suck on his neck, and a rumble rolls through his chest.

“You feel incredible.” He moans. “Hold on tight.” I tighten my grip around his shoulders, and he lets everything go. Throwing his head back, he begins to pump his hips, touching every sensitive spot in me.

I meet each of his thrusts. He adjusts me slightly, so he’s touching my g-spot and my clit. My fingernails dig into the sensitive skin of his back, but he said he loves it, so I don’t hold back. He begins to move faster.

My legs shake, and my abs contract as my orgasm builds. “Please. Don’t stop,” I plead. “Yes. Yes,” I say over and over again. I’m amazed he can do this after his near brush with death weeks ago. I’m careening toward the edge, and I fall over it with a long, drawn-out moan.

He pumps into me four more times. His head falls onto my shoulder as he comes with a growl. After a few seconds, he releases me slowly but has to keep his arms wrapped around me because my knees are still weak.

He pulls his pants up over his hips but doesn’t button them. “Let’s go take a shower,” he says against my lips.

“Okay. It’ll have to be quick, though, because I have cheesecake in the oven.”

He smiles against my mouth. “You made cheesecake?” I nod, and he kisses me softly. “That’s my favorite.”

“I know.” I run my hands through his hair, and he takes a shaky breath. He grabs my hand and guides me to his bathroom.

“I’m pretty sure we can do that one more time before the cheesecake is done,” he says, winking at me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CONNOR

BECCA WASright; I hate supervising. I stand back and watch as Victor helps the guys unload supplies off the truck. After his third trip, he stops and stands beside me.

“You’re hating this, aren’t you?”

I huff and shake my head. “You have no idea.”

His mouth tips up into a smile. “I do. I was in a car accident that broke several ribs. I was out of commission for six months. It was pure torture.”

I turn to him, seeing shadows in his eyes. “That’s awful.”

He sighs and looks out toward the guys moving the rest of the supplies. “In more ways than one,” he says, being his cryptic self. I’m learning to let it go, though.

“Do you still think Donovan is going to show up again?” I ask him. He looks at me again, and I know he does before he can say anything.

“One of the biggest mistakes I ever made was not seeing how destructive Donovan is,” Victor admits. “If I could go back and change anything, it would be that my eyes would have been opened much sooner. Things would be so different.”

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