Page 113 of The Firefighter's Fate

Yep, he’s my strange man.

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EMBER

“Who was that, then?” Connor asks once I turn off my phone.

“It was just Paisley,” I reply. “A good friend from back home.”

“A female friend?” he questions, protectiveness flashing behind his eyes.

“What if I said she was a male friend?” I ask him, brow raised. “Would you be jealous?”

Connor smirks and strides over to the bed. He places the coffee mug down on the side table and saunters toward me. His face gets closer.

His lips get closer.

“Stop trying to tease me. Shut up and kiss me, girl.”

And I do.

His touch is strong and firm as his hand takes my hair, twirling it between his fingers as we kiss. He wants me, and he’s never going to give up.

We kiss and we kiss until I’m sitting on top of him. We’re both naked. I don’t know how that happened, but it all seemed to happen in the throes of passion. I don’t know how I’m naked, but I welcome it.

I lean down and whisper in his ear.

“I want to fuck you, Connor.”

He smiles at me and nods.

“I’d like that, Ember. I’d like that a lot.”

My hands glide down his skin slowly, feeling every muscle on the big man’s torso. I can breathe him in – his manly scent and his desire for me. I can tell he wants me so bad.

God...

He has a condom on. I close my eyes and let him smoothly slip inside me as I straddle him.

He feels so damn good.

I rock against his hips as I lean back and let his manliness consume me.

Yeah, he feels so freaking good.

I open my eyes and glance down at the man. It’s so hot seeing him like this – sweaty and full of effort. His beautiful eyes look up at me and we connect on a deep level as I ride him and ride him and ride him until we’re both succumbing.

“I fucking love you, Ember.”

“I love you, Connor.”

And that’s it. We finish together.

Me on top. Him below.

My thighs squeeze tight around his thick muscular legs as I lean back and let him take over.

I’ve never had a man like this. I’ve never let a man do this to me.

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