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“Fuck,” she whimpers, and I grin, watching an expression of bliss cover her beautiful face. She looks fucking perfect as I wrap her legs around my waist and lift her off the bed before heading toward the door.

“Where are we going?” Sadie’s eyes are wide as she throws her arms around my neck.

“To the kitchen.”

“Why?”

“Because you need water.” I slap her ass hard. She yelps before I add, “And I’m gonna fuck you on your kitchen table.”

6

SADIE

Contentment fills me as I lazily yawn and flutter my eyelids open. It’s morning and I can hear the melodic chirping of birds from outside my window, accompanied by the obnoxiously loud buzzing of a neighbor’s lawn mower. They’re familiar sounds in a familiar setting but something seems out of place. When I begin to stretch, I feel an ache between my legs and freeze.

Oh, right. Crusher and I had sex last night. I mean, Landon.

Then, I realize I’m lying on top of him with my cheek pressed to his chest and one leg draped over his waist. I hear his steady heartbeat beneath my ear as his warm breath gently bristles my hair.

My body is sore all over but that’s to be expected after the night we had. The man was relentless, fucking me on the kitchen table, the couch, my bed, the dining room floor, and the stairs, until we eventually made it back to the bedroom.

I haven’t had sex this good since… well, since the last time I had sex with Landon. I also haven’t had a good night’s sleep since then either. My body is absolutely spent and all I want to do is lie in this bed for the rest of the day.

He begins to stir, and I glance up to find him grinning at me. I want to be annoyed, but he looks kind of adorable with that big dopey smile of his. The golden specks in his amber eyes catch in the sunlight, making them glow beneath the long fringe of his dark eyelashes. It’s really unfair that he has better lashes than I do, but that seems to always be the case with men.

I study his face, my gaze lingering on his full, pink lips that he had all over me last night. I remember the way he kissed down the length of my spine while he fucked me from behind. It was as if he was determined to scoot the table across the room with the sheer force of his powerful thrusts. I’ve never felt so full and so used in all my life, and I want more of it.

Right now.

Noticing my heated gaze, Crusher drags his fingers along my arm, leaving a wake of tingles across my skin. “Morning, Trouble.”

“Hmm,” I hum, noncommittally. “I thought you would have left by now.”

“Nah, that’s your style, not mine.” He raises one thick eyebrow.

I wince slightly, recalling the night I slipped out on him without a word. At the time, I just wanted a break from my life, escaping into his bed and letting him use my body to bring us both pleasure. It felt incredible to be touched and kissed and thoroughly fucked by an insanely hot biker who knew how to move and use his well-endowed, pierced dick. I had no intentions of returning and thought it would be one night of amazing sex. Truth is I never expected this man to bury himself so deep beneath my skin within a few short hours.

Now, here we are. And I don’t know where to draw the line.

I thought if I gave in to him again, I’d get him out of my system. And it would do the same for him. Yet the look on his face and his words from last night tell me this encounter won’t be our last.

“Don’t go getting any ideas,” I warn him.

Before I can say anything else, Crusher flips me on my back, wedges his hips between my spread thighs, and forces me to look at him. We’re both still naked, and his mass of intricate tattoos is on full display. The same tattoos I traced with my tongue last night.

“Now, what ideas would those be?” He smirks before leaning down to kiss the side of my neck. I shudder at the contact.

Why do I have to be so drawn to him?

“I don’t know, Crusher. You tell me.” I lift my chin in defiance, trying to fight my feelings for him.

He laughs and shakes his head. “Why you always gotta be so damn stubborn?”

I don’t answer as his gaze skates across my face. He bends forward to kiss me but I turn away. “Crusher, this can’t happen again.” I ignore what my body craves and push at his chest.

“Landon,” he reminds me and I glance back at him. “My name… is Landon.”

“I know what your name is,” I sass.

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