Page 69 of The Small-Town Seduction Plan

Never mind the cosmic sex lottery, this is more like the cosmic sex Olympics. Duke’s got one gripping my hip and the other pressed up against my clit, sending new delicious pressure through my body with every thrust. I lose myself in the filthy pace of it, arching back, demanding more. It’s incredible…

… but it’s not enough.

“I need to see you,” I gasp, breaking away. I roll so that I’m facing him, and wrap my legs around his waist. This time, I’m the one pulling him down into me, until we’re fused all over again, skin-to-skin. My lips find his ear, and I can’t help teasing softly.

“Baby…”

“Christ.” Duke’s eyes flash with something possessive and so damn hot. Then he’s moving us again, driving into me in a dizzying rhythm that hits everything just right.

So right.

“There,” I arch up with a squeal as his cock finds a perfect spot, high inside me. “Oh god, don’t stop! Don’t stop.”

“Fuck, no.” Duke angles my knee up, spreading me wider, thrusting into me with perfect precision, sending me hurtling to the edge. “I’ve got you, princess,” his eyes are dark and wild on mine. I claw at the sheets, mindless, so close…

“You can let go,” he vows. “Right here, just like this. You’re mine.”

Yes.

I shatter with a cry, pleasure slamming through me in a white-hot wave– but Duke keeps on fucking me through it, expertly shifting my body to find a new angle, new pressure, new waves of climax that keep rolling in, right after the last.

Oh my god.

“Christ, the way you feel…” Duke’s movements turn frenzied as I spasm around him, drawing out my orgasm, until he sounds a strangled, “Avery—” and then he’s coming too, slamming into me in a final thrust that leaves the both of us collapsed there, sweaty and spent and absolutely perfect.

I gasp for air, sprawled there beside him. It feels like something deep inside me has been cracked wide open after holding tight for so long. Now my body is singing with endorphins– and something more. Something even sweeter.

You’re mine.

Duke’s words echo in my mind, wrapping themselves around me just as securely as the arms that pull me in to nestle against his chest. I can hear his heart pounding as we both come back down to earth, and I press my palm to cover the steady thrum.

What was that?

And when can I have more?

18

AVERY

I wake the next morning with tangled salt-water hair, a gorgeous ache in my limbs…

And him.

Duke is stone-cold dead to the world beside me, snoring softly with his broad limbs thrown wide across the bed like he owns it.

I’d say he does, after the spectacular performance he gave last night.

I watch him sleep with satisfaction. God, did I really tell Brooke that burly, muscular guys didn’t do it for me? Consider my mind well and truly changed– and blown, many times over. Now I’ve felt Duke’s strong arms pinning me down, and the delicious weight of him fucking me into the mattress until I’m half out of my mind with pleasure; not to mention the benefits of all that athletic stamina as he effortlessly tossed me around the bed, stretching and angling my body for his pleasure…

There’s no going back, that’s for sure.

To any other man.

The thought ripples through me, thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. Then Duke rumbles awake, yawning and stretching in the morning sun.

I relax. “You sleep like a wild bear,” I tease him, dropping a kiss on his cheek. “I thought you were an early riser.”

Duke huffs a laugh, his blue eyes crinkling at the edges. “Says the woman who wore me out all night.”

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