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Fucking fuck. I’m going to explode. The next few seconds are blurry—probably because my cock is monopolizing all the blood, leaving little for my brain. Pulling her to me, I kiss my way down her body until I reach the pink pussy that I glimpsed, and then I lose myself in it, licking her folds like it’s my last meal.

She moans, spurring me on, and I slide a finger inside her to feel the velvety warmth that I’ve been dreaming about ever since we met.

Oh, shit. She feels better than in my dreams. All I want to do is get inside her—but I resist. I must have her come like this.

Her moans become more desperate.

Yes! I’m about to lose it.

Time to bring it home. Gathering the rapidly unraveling shreds of my self-control, I rest my tongue on the little bud of her clit and press on the same region with my finger from the inside.

Her moans turn to screams, and then her body trembles as her pussy squeezes around my finger.

Her orgasm unlocks something primal inside of me. Capturing her gaze, I pull out my finger and lick every drop of her from it.

“I want you inside,” she breathes as she tears open the condom wrapper and envelops my cock.

With something like a growl, I pick her up and set her the way I want—on all fours, just like when she crawled for me.

She reaches over, grabs my cock and guides it to the promised land as I grab her buttocks, hard.

It takes all my willpower to thrust slowly. Once. Twice. Then, when I feel her yielding, I piston into her with everything I’ve got.

“Yes!” she screams.

I almost come right then and there. But I don’t. Impossibly, I speed up, thrusting like our lives depend on me getting deeper and harder—like this is my reason for being.

She moan-screams, her hands balling the sheets.

I grunt in pleasure, hovering on the verge.

Her next moan sounds like she’s in pain, and then her pussy spasms all around me, unleashing a chain reaction that makes me burst with the force of an atomic bomb.

Panting, she falls on the bed, face down, her every muscle relaxed.

I settle next to her, trying to catch my breath.

A sleepy post-coital haze hits me hard. Suppressing a yawn, I hug Lilly as if she were a teddy bear—in large part to make sure she’s still here. Still real. To be certain that what’s just happened between us was not a repeat of my recurring Lilly-themed wet dream.

But no. She is extremely real. The scrumptious smell of her hair, the luxurious warmth of her skin—my sleeping brain is simply incapable of such exquisite detail.

I finally lose my fight against that yawn, and she echoes it, then melts into my arms as her breathing becomes slower and more even.

She’s asleep, is my last thought before I also pass out.

CHAPTER 26

LILLY

I wake up and refuse to open my eyes. Like this, I can allow myself a second to believe that everything that happened was a dream. Then again, reality is hard to deny. For example, why am I sore in such a telling way? And what’s with the hard masculinity in such close proximity to me—not to mention Bruce’s signature scent?

I sigh. There’s no helping it. I blink open my eyes, and surprise, surprise: I’m coiled around Bruce like a boa constrictor.

No more doubts. It really happened. I slept with my boss-nemesis, and it was beyond amazing.

Actually, it’s not fair to view him as my nemesis anymore. My parents aren’t upset with his bank. If anything, they sounded almost grateful for the deferral and what-not. Beyond that, he’s working on a project that will help so many people, and—nearly as important to me—he genuinely loves Colossus.

Still, he is my boss. That’s undeniable. Then again, it’s not like this is a corporate environment where people might think I’m getting promotions for sleeping with him. I’m the only dog trainer here. And it’s a temporary gig. Once Colossus learns everything that I have to teach, I’m gone.

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