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I can’t hide the gush of wetness that soaks his cock and slips down my thighs.

“Cole,” I whisper again, my mouth falling open a little. “I can’t—I’m so close. I need—”

“I know.”

He repeats the same words he said earlier, his gaze locked with mine. I’ve been naked since we got in the shower, but now I feel truly stripped bare. I feel like I’ve been reduced to my most basic state, the most pure part of myself, where nothing else exists but me and Cole.

Nothing outside this little bubble matters. Not the age difference between us, not the class difference, not all the reasons we shouldn’t work.

Right here, right now, it’s just the two of us, and the connection that burns so strongly between us that it almost scares me.

“Come for me,” Cole grunts, his hips slapping against mine as he fucks me harder. “Come with me.”

I can’t even speak at all anymore. I just nod as much as possible with his hand still gripping my throat. He throws his head back, the muscles of his neck straining as he buries himself inside me, and I sob out a sound of pleasure at the feel of his cum flooding my body.

“So good,” he grunts, fucking me through my climax as his cock swells and jerks. “So. Fucking. Good.”

He finally drives in one more time and goes still, releasing his hold on my leg and my throat. He collapses on top of me for a moment, then wraps his arms around me and rolls us over so that I’m on top of him. My head rests against his shoulder, and I can feel the heavy pounding of his heart against mine.

“That’s it. I’m throwing away every condom in this house,” he murmurs after a moment, a low laugh rumbling in his chest as his hands strokes idly over my hair. “Now that I know how incredible it feels to fuck you raw, there’s no way I’ll ever be able to go back.”

I grin, pressing a kiss to the base of his throat. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good. Because you’ve just created a fiend.”

I smile to myself, enjoying the way this man who seems to thrive on having tight control over every aspect of his life seems to let go of it around me. I like this side of him—the side that showers with me and banters with me and fucks me without a condom not because it’s part of a plan but just because he wants to.

“It’s funny,” I whisper, my eyelids drooping shut as I relax against him.

“What is?”

“Tonight started out being one of the worst I’d had in a long time, and it ended up being one of the best.”

The hand on my hair freezes for a moment, then resumes its steady motions.

“I’m glad I could do that for you, angel,” Cole murmurs quietly.

Chapter 30

Riley

On Saturday morning, I wake up early to a text from Noah.

NOAH: Not sure if you have time today, but you should come over to my house. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.

The structure is a little bit formal for Noah, who’s typically more laid back over text—especially with me. But he’s right; it has been a while, even though I now live right next door to him, and there’s really no excuse for that.

ME: You’re right, lol. In my defense, I’ve been really busy with work.

ME: But I can come over today, I have some time before I volunteer at the shelter!

I close my phone, not waiting for his response. I get dressed quickly, eager to finally take advantage of Cole’s proximity to Noah.

When I get downstairs, Cole and Archie are both already awake. Since it’s my day off, nobody could fault me for getting up late, but these two are eternal early birds—even on a Saturday, with Cole not working for once and Archie’s preschool closed, they never stay in bed past eight.

“Good morning, Riley,” Archie says through a mouthful of Cheerios.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” I chide him, grinning. “But good morning to you, too.” I glance over at Cole, who’s sitting at the table opposite Archie. “And to you, as well.”

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