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“I want to spoil you.” He pinches my nipples and then rolls them, causing a heat to shoot straight to my core. I can’t stop the sensual moan from escaping.

“You deserve to feel good all the time. You deserve to be loved. You deserve everything.” He continues circling around me until he’s in front of me again, his hands grasping my ass and holding me close. Heat unfurls through my body, swelling my breasts and tightening my core. “I’m going to make that happen.”

At that, I open my eyes and look at him. His hooded brown eyes stare back at me, igniting the fire inside. He isn’t teasing me. He’s claiming me. He’s letting me know that not only does he desire me sexually, he wants all of me, even the messy parts. It’s the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me. And it’s a gift I won’t take for granted.

“You’re mine now, Piper. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

I don’t want to get rid of him. I want to get rid of his clothes. The scrape of his jeans against my underwear has my hips circling, searching for more friction.

One of his hands slides down, calluses leaving a scorching line of fire down my front. Like a heat-seeking missile, he traces his fingers over my red polka dot panties.

“Lie down on the bed.”

I do so, impatient for him to join me.

Thankfully, his teasing has gone on long enough. Twisting the red fabric in his hands, he tears through the silk and tosses it aside. Clasping his hands around my thighs, he holds me in place, diving greedily into my moist depths. He’s voracious. His tongue, lips, and teeth drive me insane with pleasure.

“You taste like vanilla and addiction.” His voice is like a physical aphrodisiac—deep, sexy, and commanding. The combination of it and his mouth bring me to the edge of release over and over.

He stands, and I realize he’s still fully clothed. Shit. I can only imagine how good he’ll feel skin to skin.

Without wasting any time, he removes his clothes. If he was wearing underwear, I missed it. And I’m okay with it. Damn. His cock points straight at me—long and thick with a drop of precum on the end.

My core clenches, just the sight of him taking me that much closer to release. My body undulates on the bed, hungry for his possession. Delicious agony pulses through me, pleading for completion.

I watch, entranced as he pulls a foil packet out the nightstand and slips the condom on his throbbing hard-on. My moist cleft tingles in anticipation, juices running down my thighs.

With a quick move that showcases his strength, he places me gently on the middle of the bed before pulling my right leg over his shoulder and thrusting slowly inside me.

I moan in pleasure, my core immediately pulsing around him.

“Fuck, Piper. You feel so good,” he mumbles and he starts a powerful rhythm that has both of us gasping, groaning, and clawing at each other. All I can think is I need him closer, harder, and so deep inside me that he leaves a permanent mark on my soul.

Suddenly he pulls out and flips me over. “Is this okay, baby?” He makes space between my legs. His penis rubs along my folds and I roll my hips, seeking his thickness.

“Yes, please,” I implore, my request ending with a gasp as he enters me with one powerful thrust, causing a delirious pleasure to spill through me. Each penetration building toward a pulsing pinnacle.

My hips grind backward, my core clenching around his thick shaft. His thrusts grow deeper, stronger. He arches over me, balls slapping against my needy flesh. Teeth find the back of my neck, and it’s that claiming—that physical declaration of ownership—that has me shuddering into an all-consuming climax. He groans into my ear, rhythm stuttering as he follows me into inconceivable bliss.

Chapter 7

Elijah

I wake up before the alarm again. Only this time it’s because of the beautiful woman sleeping in my arms. Her breath fans softly over my chest. I run my fingers through her hair.

Just the feel of her soft curves resting against me has my body ready for her. Again. She has a certain power over me. The power to turn me on with just a look or a glancing touch. We discovered that over the course of yesterday and last night.

It wasn’t until early this morning that I made sure we put some kind of pajamas on. I’m not sure what time the babysitter is dropping Bella off, but I’ve had enough experience to know you don’t want to be caught naked in bed.

Piper snuggles into my chest, wearing one of my old gym shirts. It looks better on her than it ever did on me. But I might be biased.

“Piper, babe. The alarm is about to go off,” I whisper into her hair.

“Idon’twannawakeupyet,” she mumbles.

Smiling, I squeeze her and let her rest a little longer. My other hand reaches over to the night stand to turn off the alarm. It’s no trouble to lie here with her. In fact, this is the most content I’ve felt in years.

An hour later, I’m enjoying the peacefulness when I hear someone climbing the steps down the hall. A little someone. It’s Bella. I recognize her light and speedy footfalls anywhere.

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