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Mind-bogglingly so.

Except if she keeps going, I’m going to explode.

With herculean effort, I pull her away.

She gives me a confused look.

“I have to be inside you,” I growl.

Her eyes light with understanding. Escaping my grip, she crawls to the edge of the bed, and her luscious ass is the most erotic sight ever. As are her small, perfect feet, all pink and delicately feminine.

She turns back, and I realize she wasn’t putting on a show for me. She’s procured a condom, which she hands to me with a pretty blush.

Fucking biology. For the first time in my life, I’ve had zero thought of using protection. Thank fuck one of us has some brain cells still active.

Ripping the packet with my teeth, I sheathe myself as she lies on her back. Hungrily, I rake my gaze over her.

“Beautiful.” The word comes out as a grunt, but in my defense, the tsunami of blood surging to my cock has robbed me of the power of speech.

Covering her small body with my much-larger one, I dip my head to capture Juno’s lips in another kiss and carefully guide the tip of my cock to her entrance. Nibbling on her earlobe, I whisper, “Ready?”

“Please,” she begs.

What is she doing to me?

Using what shreds of willpower I have remaining, I enter her in a slow, sensual thrust—and feel like I’ve arrived home after being away for a decade. She moans, clenching her inner muscles, and I grit my teeth, holding still to let her get used to me.

When her body softens and relaxes, I press deeper, relishing how tight she is, how warm. How perfectly made for me.

My next thrust is harder, bolder. She pushes on my back to urge me on, and I quicken my pace until a moan of pleasure is wrenched from her lips.

I speed up further.

Her moans grow louder.

My balls tighten. I’m on the verge, but I fight it until she shudders under me and cries out my name.

And then I’m lost.

Her pussy squeezes me in a soft, wet vise, and I come with a groan, the pleasure bursting through my nerve endings with a violence that makes my vision blur.

CHAPTER 35

JUNO

I’m floating in a post-orgasmic cloud of hazy contentment when strong arms lift me.

Hmm. I’m being carried somewhere. Before I find the energy to ask where, the destination becomes apparent.

The shower.

Setting me onto my feet on the tile floor, Lucius turns on the water, then lightly pushes on my butt so I step in. Once I do, he joins me.

Holy saguaro. He begins to lather me up with body wash, his strong hands roaming all over me, stroking and massaging every part of my body. I should be completely wrung out—and I am—yet somehow, he’s reawakening my desire.

By the time he switches focus to himself, I’m aching with need, and by the time we’re toweling off, I’m as turned on as I was before we entered my apartment.

Biting my lip, I regard him through wet lashes. “Will I be using my own legs to get back or…?”

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