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But no matter how deep I go, it’s still not enough. Still makes me want more. Makes me want to consume every inch of her.

“Beckham,” she pants, her breaths coming out with each punishing thrust. “It’s too good. Why the hell are you so good at this? It’s not fair.”

My chest rumbles with a deep laugh as I lean over her body, smoothing my hands down her arms and intertwining our fingers. “Are you seriously complaining that I’m too good at sex? I’ll stop if you’d prefer.”

“Don’t you dare,” she shouts, somewhat panicked. “Just… Just keep going.”

“Gladly.” I straighten, moving my hands back to her hips and picking up the pace once more.

Her moans echo in the room as she moves against me, every whimper and clenching of her muscles sending my body higher, my balls tightening. Finally, she cries out as she spasms around me, her orgasm ravaging through her.

“Fuck, yes,” I growl, pistoning into her as she continues to convulse. In mere seconds, I join her, spilling into her in one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life.

Neither one of us moves for several long moments, too overwhelmed with sensation. At least I’m too overwhelmed with sensation. I can only hope Haley is, too.

When my tremors finally subside, I pull out of her and carefully help her onto her stomach, peppering soft kisses along her shoulder blades. “Give me a second.”

Leaving a kiss on her smooth skin, I jump out of bed and dash toward the bathroom, grabbing a towel. When I return, I pull her against me and part her thighs, cleaning her up before tossing the towel onto the floor and wrapping her in my arms.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” she remarks after several silent moments.

“What’s that?”

“The pillow,” she says drowsily. “It’s in the rules. We’re supposed to sleep with a pillow between us.”

I pull her even closer, circling my hips against her ass, already getting hard again.

Haley laughs softly as she tries to push me away. “Hey now. Rules are rules.”

“True, but if I’m not mistaken, we dispensed with the no-touching rule.” I smooth my hand down her stomach, and she eagerly parts her legs for me. “Perhaps I can make it worth your while to get rid of this one, too.”

When I slip a finger inside her, her head falls onto my shoulder. “Why do I have a feeling you’re going to have me breaking all my rules before our marriage is over?”

I nip at her neck. “Because someone’s got to remind you what it feels like to live a little.”

Then I ease another finger inside of her and make her come again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

HALEY

Warmth surrounds me as I’m roused from one of the most restful night’s sleep I’ve had in recent memory, my body sore in places that haven’t seen action in quite some time. But it’s a good sore. A delicious sore. A sore I wouldn’t mind experiencing again.

And again.

And again.

Snippets of last night flash before my eyes and a renewed ache settles in my core from the reminder of just how incredible it felt to be with Beckham again. How he catered to every single one of my needs. How he made me feel more beautiful than anyone has in years.

“Mmm,” Beckham groans, sending a delicious shiver through me. “This is infinitely better than waking up next to that damn pillow.” He pulls my body further into his, his chest hair tickling my back.

“It was a necessary evil after I woke up with your dick against me that first morning.”

He rocks against me, his erection slipping between my legs.

“Like this?”

“Exactly like that,” I whimper, lust spiraling through me. It doesn’t matter how many times we did this throughout the night in our desperate attempt to make up for all the nights we deprived ourselves of this. I still need to feel him again.

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