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He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in so hard the bare skin of my ass squeaked as it slid back on my desk. I braced my hands and began circling my hips as Vaughn let loose. Each forward drive of his hips was almost like a punishment. But God, it was so damn good. I knew I would never be able to get enough.

“Tell me, Jolie,” he grunted against my lips. One hand fisted the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me to him, while the pads of his other fingers were digging into my hip.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me this feels real for you.” He was begging, the need to know how I felt reflecting in his eyes that were locked with mine. “Tell me this isn’t fake anymore, that I’m not the only one feeling like this.”

His words drove me closer to a release that threatened to undo me completely, or maybe it was the stark desperation for me he didn’t bother to mask that did it. I’d never had a man treat me like this, like I had the power to rock his world off its foundation. It was a powerful feeling, consuming, like the highest high.

I lifted one hand, bringing it up to his cheek, relishing the way he nuzzled deeper into my touch like he couldn’t get close enough, even as he fucked me brutally. “This isn’t fake for me.”

His shoulders sagged in relief right before he picked up the pace.

“Oh shit.” My fingers curled, scraping gently through the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving off his face this morning. “I’m close.”

“Yes, baby,” he hissed against my lips. “Fuck, one of these days, in the very near future, I’m going to fuck you in a bed where I can have you completely naked and spread out before me.” God, I wanted that too. “In the meantime, I want you to come. Flood my cock, Jolie. Let me know you’re mine.”

“I am,” I panted as the pressure in my core tightened. “I’m yours, Vaughn.”

“That’s right. Fuck, I feel you getting close. You’re going to milk me dry, aren’t you? You’re going to make me come so goddamn hard.”

“Yes!” I clamped my lips closed, curling them between my teeth and biting down hard to keep the screams that wanted to escape trapped as I hurtled into the abyss.

“Oh Jesus,” Vaughn groaned, the muscle in his cheek ticking as he clenched his teeth together and drove himself deep, holding there as the first spurt of his release let loose inside me, coating me from the inside. “Jesus! Jolie, nothing feels better than when you come, coming inside you with nothing between us. Never get enough of this.”

My nostrils flared as breathes sawed in and out of me, white spots dancing across my vision as I continued to come, Vaughn’s release spurring mine on. “So good,” I panted, the words ending on a quiet sob. “It feels so good with you.”

Vaughn buried his face in the crook of my neck, his teeth pressing into my flesh as he moaned long and low with the last few twitches of his dick inside me.

I felt completely boneless by the time my orgasm ended. Fortunately, Vaughn was strong enough to hold me up or I would have melted into goo and slid to the floor.

His warm exhales danced across my neck as he worked to calm his breathing. Finally, once he’d come all the way down, he lifted his head and looked at me.

“I don’t know how you did it.”

“Did what?” I asked as I traced his bottom lip with my thumb.

“Made me need you when I made sure I never needed anyone. Made me like you so damn much I want to be around you every hour of every day when I usually hate all people.”

An exhausted giggle worked its way up my throat. “I don’t think you’re nearly as cold and closed off as you claim to be.”

“Only with you,” he insisted, and I was currently too blissed out to argue. “Does this mean you forgive me?”

“I think it just might.”

Then he did something I knew I would never forget, not for the rest of my life. The image would be burned into my brain until I took my very last breath.

At my answer, his lips curled up into the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen, and I knew right then there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for a chance to see it again.

26

JOLIE

My cell started ringing for the third time in five minutes, interrupting the peace I’d been experiencing as I lay in my bed, pressed up against Vaughn’s warm, strong body. My hand rested on his chest, my thigh thrown over one of his, and he had an arm wrapped securely around me as we lazed the minutes away after another round of unbelievable sex. It had only been a few days since he showed up at my office, making declarations I’d never expected, but it had been the best few days of my life.

Well, with a few minor exceptions, but I was so damn happy that even those couldn’t darken my mood completely. And Lord knew my patience had been tested, especially when Leighton had insisted on scheduling an engagement photoshoot the day after Barrett’s unexpected visit. To say she had been a pain in the ass would be putting it lightly. The woman could test the patience of the Pope himself.

Tarryn and Ryan had insisted on being with me the whole time to make sure things didn’t deteriorate—meaning they wanted to be sure I didn’t do anything that would get me serious prison time. I’d been pretty proud of how I’d handled myself, determined to be a complete professional, but when Leighton saw I wasn’t as bothered by her groping Barrett in front of me as she’d hoped, she upped her game. She started in with the passive aggressive insults of not only me, but my family. She pushed all the same buttons she had back in high school, and while she was putting my teeth on edge, I refused to engage.

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