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He groans as if this is sweet torture. I know exactly what he means.

His thumbs graze my nipples, and he squeezes my breasts again when I start to ride him. It’s slow at first, long, languid pumps that soon pick up speed.

His chest starts to heave. “Fuck, Tammy, you feel amazing.”

“So do you.” I grin, triumph soaring through me as I lean back, changing the angle and loving the new moan that fires out of him.

His hands move back to my hips, then slide down my legs, squeezing my knees before trailing back up to my breasts. I lean forward so he can squeeze them again.

“C’mere.” He beckons me forward, catching my rocking boobs and sucking my left nipple into his mouth.

“Ahhhh,” I cry out on a sigh and stop moving for a second, lost in how good he feels until my pussy demands friction once more. I break away from him and start to move again, finding a heady speed that makes us both groan.

The sound of our sex fills the room, our gyrating body making a symphony that’s only us.

Me and Bax.

Baxter and me.

Our coupling is long overdue and feels so right, I can’t even wrap my head around it. I don’t want to think anyway. I just want to feel.

Scraping my fingers through the hair on his chest, I can’t help releasing a series of soft squeaks as the energy inside me builds to explosive.

“Oh shit.” Baxter’s eyes pop open, his breath coming out in quick pants as he grips my hips to almost painful and starts to jerk inside me. “Ah! Of fuck! Ah!”

I can feel him come, my insides rejoicing as he thrusts deep and uncontrolled. My smile is so wide it hurts, but then my mouth drops open as his thumb finds my clit and quickly sends me over the edge as well.

It takes all of about two seconds with him still deep inside me, and I feel the orgasm from both inside and out. Between my clit and my G-spot, I am done. The cries punching out of me are recklessly loud.

“Shhhh.” Baxter covers my mouth again, and I moan into his palm, my body vibrating as I continue to orgasm on him.

His head tips back with a grunt, like he’s feeling my internal spasms and barely able to control his own groans of pleasure.

“Fuck, Tammy,” he whispers. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

The words stretch out of his mouth—long, lean sounds that I can barely decipher.

But I know what he’s saying.

I feel what he’s saying.

And he couldn’t be more right. Being together this way is so fucking good.

CHAPTER 32

BAXTER

I fall asleep with Tammy curled against my side. It’s kind of uncomfortable on the floor, but I couldn’t move after our last session. The thought of having to climb a staircase was too much. My body was spent, drifting down from a high of mega proportions.

Having TT orgasm straight after me was fucking hot. I’ve never felt anything like it. Her pussy squeezed and spasmed around my cock. Not only did it feel sensational, but the view was amazing. Watching her ecstasy was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, her perfect tits rocking, her muscles taut with pleasure. Her teeth gently bit my fingers as I tried to quiet her and not wake Kai, and then she sucked my digits into her mouth before leaning over me and kissing me deep and long.

Her tongue is magic fire.

Her delicious nipples brushed against my bare chest, and I never want us to wear clothes around each other again. Skin on skin is the way God intended it, right?

I curl my arm around her back and nuzzle my nose into her hair, inhaling her sweet scent and feeling like the luckiest guy on the planet. I never knew she wanted me that day. I always assumed that I’d screwed it up, but she had regrets too.

Shit, if we’d managed to overcome it all, would she not have married Hudson?

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