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I do and moan.

He slips his thumb between my lips and I bite. With him, I am pure instinct and desire.

The corners of his lips arch up and he cocks his head.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“In what position I’m going to fuck you.”

He rolls me onto my knees and elbows, his hands gripping my ass and thrusts inside me. A moan gallops out of my mouth. Feeling him taking me bare is incomparable––nothing between us, just undiluted need.

“Fuck, you take my cock so good down your tight pussy.” The dirty talk and steady thrusts wrench all the pleasure out of me, and I shout my release.

“I want this, too.”

His words, his finger teasing my ass hole, him hitting repeatedly a button inside me that shoots me straight to the stars. It’s so good, my second orgasm erupts from deep within me, and I collapse on the bed. Kian’s pace speeds up, and he comes on my ass cheeks with a guttural sound.

When I open my eyes, Kian cleanses me and kisses every inch of my skin.

“Move in with me already. I don’t care if it’s too soon. I know what I want and that’s you with me.”

“But you have me, Kian.” I caress his jaw, my love for him bursting in my chest like a field of poppies at the beginning of summer.

He takes my hand and places tender kisses on my palm. “I want more.” He opens his mouth, no doubt with a plethora of arguments to convince me, but I am still riding my high and give in.

“Fine, I’ll move in with you.”

His eyebrow shoots up, but he grins and slams his lips on mine.

The intercom rings, and he jumps out of bed. “Fuck, angel, you make me forget my own damn head.”

Watching him zipping himself up, I get out of bed and ask, “Who are we expecting?”

“See, how you use ‘we’ because it’s our home,” he says with an unapologetic grin.

I roll my eyes at him while he buttons up his shirt.

“One of my lawyers.”

“Kian, it's the middle of the night.”

“It was that or…”

“Don’t.” I get dressed quickly while he lets an elegant woman in. I meet them in the living room, and Kian does the introductions.

“Patricia Kerr, my girlfriend, Ellia Dewine.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says before we move into his office.

He puts a yellow envelope on the desk.

I stare at him, and he says, “I won’t take any chances.”

When Patricia opens it, her astute eyes shine in satisfaction. “It will be an easy win.”

Chapter 25

Ellia

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