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“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

I remove my thumb to her whimper, but instead of stopping, I line up my dick to her center and press on her asshole, making her think I’m going to take her like this right now. But that’s for the future.

“I don’t–”

“That’s fine, baby. Not tonight.” I angle toward her heat and slide effortlessly into her.

Her whimpers and moans fill the room as I grip her hip with one hand and slap her ass cheek with the other. When I’m rewarded with her pussy squeezing my dick, I groan with pleasure. She’s already tight, but more so from this angle. And adding to that the gripping of walls. I shudder as the need to come rolls through me.

“How do you like being my dirty little secret now?”

“God, I love it. It’s so fucking good!”

“That’s it, darlin’. Scream out to everyone how much you love getting fucked by me.”

“Jesus.” She shudders and stares at the door with a red face. “We should–”

“Maybe we should, but we’re not.” I slip my thumb into her asshole as I plunge to the hilt, and her screams of pleasure almost shatter my eardrums while her body writhes in orgasm.

The second she stops shaking, I spin her around, lift her up until her legs are wrapped around me, and give her the ride of her life.

Her nails dig into my skull as her head bangs off the door. Shit. I wince, but the glare she gives me is a clear indication that if I stop or slow down, she’s going to smack me.

Our mouths crash together as our tongues slide and lunge, taking each other as eagerly as our bodies slap together. A bead of sweat drips down my forehead as my body is covered in a sheen of moisture. Even though exhaustion threatens to break me, I can’t stop. Hell, I couldn’t stop even if her dad or the police busted through the door and demanded we break apart.

She grips my face. “Fuck me harder. Don’t stop. Right there. Do. Not. Fucking. Stop.”

I bark out a half laugh, half groan as I ensure the head of my dick keeps slicing over her G spot and filling every inch of her pussy. My balls are so tight, it feels like they’re going to disappear, and my dick feels like it’s going to be covered in a friction burn, but every inch of burning pain will be worth it. My dick pulsates and twitches. Don’t. Not yet. Don’t. Jesus.

The desire to tell her I love her causes my throat to close. But it’s too soon. I don’t want to scare her off.

Her fingers thread through my hair and tug as her entire body tenses and holds still. “Fuck. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She thrashes against me with so much force I almost lose my balance.

“Fuck.” Spasms of cum shoot out of my dick and dumping it deep into her sex. I should care that we’ve had unprotected sex twice now, but I don’t care. I want her pregnant and tied to me. Maybe then Fletcher won’t do anything to harm her. If she’s having his first grandchild.

As I carry her to the sofa, she lays her head on my chest. “I changed my mind. I’ll be your dirty secret any day.”

No honey. You’ll be my dirty, filthy wife when I’m done with you.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Zoe

After completing a personality test and discussing how different personalities respond and handle conflict, we were let out for the day to enjoy the beach or whatever other activities that couples wanted to explore. Our task is to spend the rest of the day together and report back how we made decisions on our chosen activities.

“So….” Jace smiles, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my toes.

“Yes?” I try my hardest to keep a straight face but fail miserably.

He glances at his watch. “It’s 11 o’clock.” His eyes return to mine as we stand in the lobby.

My mom and Landon took off to the kid’s section to play with Zorya. Violet and her island boyfriend slipped out before Elise stopped speaking and missed everything after ‘you have the rest of the day on your own,’ and my mom’s friends went off in two different directions.

“And?”

“Housekeeping should be done. I say we return to the bungalow and fight over whether I’m taking you on the bed or against the kitchen island.”

“Intriguing.” My heart swells with happiness at the ease that’s developed between us in such a short amount of time. That ease that’s always been there but blocked by our mutual fear of exposing our secrets to each other. “But we already did that last night and this morning.”

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