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There was a moment where she was the one tensing, so much so I rubbed my thumb underneath her chin for reassurance.

“I know,” her tiny voice finally said. “I don’t know why but I trust you.”

Trust.

Hell, I’d broken it the moment I stepped foot inside the grocery store but right now, I couldn’t avoid the feelings I had any more than I could the raging need that continued building. While I kept my hold, I made certain she didn’t feel threatened in any way. The last thing I wanted to do was to remind her of her dark past.

Shit. I had no clue what I was talking about.

I longed to learn everything about her. Her nuances, her likes and dislikes, her resolve. And all about the fucker who’d obviously hurt her.

I would.

I’d make it my mission.

But for now, I’d do nothing but provide her with pleasure.

The feel of her pussy muscles clenching down on my cock was incredible, adding another jolt of current. We were both breathless, our bodies molding together as if they’d always been as one. How ridiculous of me to think that way. How amazing the feel of her beneath me was.

I crushed my full body weight against hers, holding her in place as I shifted the angle. As soon as I did, she threw her head back until it was hitting my shoulder, panting and writhing in my hold.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The moment her body stiffened, I increased the brutal pounding, shoving us both into the contours of the couch.

As her body shook uncontrollably, a smile crossed my face. At least I’d provided her with another wave of intense pleasure. Every moan she made added fuel to the fire and I refused to stop, fucking her long and hard.

When her muscles constricted again only a few seconds later, I threw my head back with a sharp bellowing sound as her body rushed into another powerful climax. I could do this all fucking day long.

As she began to shift into moments of peace, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. My body began to shake, enough so I was thrown into utter silence. The moment my balls swelled, I tightened my grip on her throat, pulling her upright and against my chest. Every sensation became more pronounced, every tingling sensation richer and more powerful.

With no warning, no sense of when I’d recover, my cock filled with seed and I couldn’t stop from erupting deep inside.

My mind might have been a foggy blur of shit, but I couldn’t remember the last time anything had felt his amazing.

I crushed my body entirely over hers, shifting both hands on top of hers. It was as if we were both trying to relearn how to breathe together.

Seconds ticked by and I had a feeling neither one of us wanted this to end.

“Some guard dog,” she whispered, half laughing a few seconds later.

“Maybe he just knows good people.”

“I have no doubt he does. That’s why I knew I could trust you.”

There was that damn word again, one I’d already grown to hate. Trust was something to be earned. At least that’s what I’d been taught a long time ago. The moment I’d allowed my guard to fall even once, I’d learned never to take the concept of trust for granted ever again.

She pushed back against me, managing to slide us both to the couch. Just within her reach was a blanket, which she put over the two of us before grabbing the television remote. My gut told me I should leave right now, but the moment Max moved closer, jumping onto the couch beside me and placing his head on my lap, there was no doubt I was a goner.

Whatever she’d found on television didn’t matter. The fact she placed her head on my chest did.

Fuck me.

This felt entirely natural, so damn good.

After a few seconds, I slouched further down, resting my head on the back of the couch. Yeah, I really could get used to this. Closing my eyes for a few minutes wouldn’t be so bad. Besides, I was comfortable for a change.

She was content.

Max was breathing easy, happy in his own skin.

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