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Pleasure and pain warred against each other with pleasure winning out. We were both groaning as he moved inside of me.

"I'm fucking home, Sugar," he cried out as he pumped into me.

He sounded like he had a train to catch, the speed with each he pounded inside of me. I didn't mind because I was on the same train with him. I lifted my hips to fuck him as he did me.

His thrusts became slower for a while, and the ache inside me began to grow.

"I can't come again," I said incredulously. No woman came three times in one night. This was absurd.

"Sure, you can. Let me show you."

He was arrogant as hell, but I forgot all about that as the sound of flesh against flesh, moan against groan, drowned all thought.

"You feel so fucking perfect, do you know that? Just like that first time."

I dug my heels into his ass, lifting my hips to feel him fully inside of me. I didn't know this wanton woman who was in bed with Anson, who was asking him to fuck her hard. But I was incredibly happy to meet her.

"I'm going to come, Sugar," he growled.

"Yes." I felt powerful, awake, alive.

He reached one hand between us and began to rub my swollen clitoris. It didn't take long. I came slow and languid this time, wave after wave of pleasure.

"Fuck yeah! You milk me so good." He grunted as he released into me.

I stroked his back as we lay, sweating, exhausted, and utterly satisfied. "I love you, Anson."

He raised his head. "Say it again." There was a plea in his eyes, a need to watch me as I said the words.

"I love you."

His eyes swarmed with emotion, and when he spoke, his voice was tight. "Thank you, Sugar. I love you, too. Very much."

"So, since we're not officially dating, how often will we have sex?" I asked cheekily, wanting to lighten the mood.

"Why don't I show you?" He nuzzled his nose against mine.

Chapter 39

Anson

Dating Nova was a dream come true. We took it easy. I forced myself to, because I wanted to rush her all the fucking time. It had been three months since we'd seen the dolphins, when she finally agreed to give us a chance, and it was the best time of my life; nothing matched the contentment I felt. And yet, I wanted more. But I knew she wasn't ready. She would get there; I believed that now, and that was in itself a gift.

"Sugar." I woke her gently.

She opened her eyes and smiled. "Is it time to wake up?"

I kissed her cheek as her eyes closed again. "No, baby. I just wanted to kiss you before I left for Sentinel. I'll be back tonight."

She lifted her lips, seeking mine with her eyes closed. I kissed her gently.

"Hmm. Love you," she murmured.

She said it all the time with ease now. It was fucking awesome.

"I love you too, Sugar." I kissed her forehead, and watched her sleep for a couple of minutes.

Diego and I were driving to Sentinel for day-long meetings, and I also had to deal with Larue Mansion.

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