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I let out a laugh, kissing her mouth again. “Finally, something we can agree on.” She’s not mine, and I don’t want her to be. I want her here, sprawled out on my bed underneath me, and anything past that is irrelevant. I meant what I said about putting me out of my misery, though. Having her here like this is torture. I want to be inside her. I want to make her cry out as she comes. But I’m not doing any of that until she admits she wants this.

I want to hear the words.

She moves her lips to my neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses until she runs her tongue up the side of my neck, and I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I mutter, trying to regain my bearings. She doesn’t want to say it. She’d rather torture me until I crack and fuck her anyway.

But two can play that game.

Even with layers between us, I press my cock against her and feel her writhe beneath me. “Say it.”

She whimpers before her mouth is frantically on mine again. Her hands are in my hair and her legs open wider as I lay into her.

“Margot . . .” I groan as she knots her fingers in my hair, tugging it at the roots. “I don’t know if I can take this.”

“I want you.”

“What?” I ask as I stare down at her, thinking maybe I heard her wrong. Burying my hips against her, I groan, and when her fingers weave into my hair, it sends goosebumps down my spine.

“I want you,” she says breathlessly before kissing me. I lean into it, taking her bottom lip between my teeth. Hearing her say those words might make me come before I even get to feel her.

“Finally.” I pull down her lace underwear and free myself from my damn briefs.

Her eyes drift lower and widen, but I’m too busy reaching into my nightstand drawer for a condom. By the time I grab one, her delicate hand has found me, and she moves with slow, torturous pumps.

Sitting back on my knees, I look down at her. Part of me expects her to stop or look away, but she doesn’t. Those brown eyes stay locked on mine as she touches me, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

I lean forward, bracing myself on one hand, and using the other to still her movements. “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come.”

She lets out a breath of laughter. “Not yet.”

Two words. She said two words, and I love that she’s telling me what to do—or not do.

My lips twitch into a trace of a smile, and my fingers reach between her legs. I let out a breath as soon as I touch her because she’s fucking perfect. Her head falls back as I slip one finger in and then another. She’s warm and tight, and when she urges me with her hips, I give her pressure where she needs it most. She starts to ride my hand, and I curse under my breath. “You’re so fucking wet, Margot.”

Her eyes flutter shut, her red hair splayed over my pillow as she chases her release. She’s always beautiful, but like this, she’s breathtaking. I can’t help smiling a little, knowing I’m the only one who gets to see her this way.

Not Keith.

Not Emmet.

Me.

My dick hardens more at the thought. Tearing the condom open with my teeth, I sit back to roll it on with one hand, my other hand increasing the building pressure inside her. When I slowly pull my fingers out, she whimpers. I swallow the sound, crashing my lips against hers, and by the time we come up for air, I’m desperate for her.

Pulling her beneath me, I spread her legs with my knee and position myself. I’m about to push into her when she breathes my name.

I pause to meet her stare, and she props herself up on her elbows, breathing hard. “This changes nothing.”

Holding her gaze, the corners of my mouth lift. “Good.” We stare at each other as I slowly sink into her. She stretches around me until I’m fully inside her, and I curse under my breath.

“Oh, my God.” Her head hits the pillow, and I go to move again, pulling out of her. This time, she lets out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets as she rolls her hips to meet my next thrust. I curse through gritted teeth and roll my hips into her deeper.

It’s like she was fucking made for me. Her legs tighten, and I bend down to claim her mouth again. I can’t get enough of her like this. I can’t get enough of the way her body moves and reacts to mine. I’m drunk on the way her back arches. I’m high on the way her hands are knotted in my hair. I’m completely under her influence.

I pick up my pace when her legs start to shake. Leaning in close, our bodies move in perfect rhythm. “I’ve changed my mind. When you’re in my bed, you’re mine.”

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