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My hands latch onto her hips, angling them for both our pleasure. My tongue runs a line from her opening to the bundle of nerves on top. One taste isn’t enough. “So good,” I mumble before diving back in, licking and sucking like a crazed man.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers. Her body shudders beneath me, her hips gyrating and her hands locked in my hair, holding me tight against her. When she screams her release, I replace my tongue with my fingers, keeping her primed while I move up her body.

“My turn, beautiful.” A tremble moves through her and I’m ready to pounce.

“Here,” she says, grabbing a condom from her purse on the nightstand.

For a millisecond, I think about confronting her about why she keeps condoms on hand in her purse. But at the moment, I’m too grateful that she’s prepared. I slip it on, lift her so she’s in the middle of the bed, and make room for myself between her decadent legs.

My thick cock nudges teasingly at her moist core, driving both of us insane.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask, running my tip through her moist heat, but not inside.

Her head thrashes back and forth, and her hands run lightly over my body. She obviously wants me, but she doesn’t answer.

“Hannah, who do you belong to?” I ask again, still circling her opening.

“Beckham, please,” she whimpers lustfully.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I demand.

“You, dammit. Now quit teasing and get inside me,” she demands in return.

As you fucking wish. I thrust my entire length inside her. Her head falls back, moaning with pleasure. It’s the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard and I immediately want more.

She circles her hips, unconsciously urging me to keep moving.

“God, you feel so good.” I fall onto her, my face nuzzled into her neck and one hand gripping her ass as I pull back and then powerfully push forward. I let the beast off his leash. My free arm wraps under her arm and around her back so my hand grips her shoulder, holding her in place.

My back flexes, my hips thrust, making sure she’ll feel the ache of me for days to come. Our lower bodies surge together, building to a violent explosion.

A roar of satisfaction builds in my throat. Both our bodies drenched in sweat, mindless, breathless. Her hands clasp my ass. Her walls clamp around my cock, her orgasm triggering my own violent release—pumping into her, filling her up, staking my claim.

With a final shudder, I collapse, falling beside her still trembling body.

Chapter 7

Hannah

It’s morning. The sun shines through the window onto the luxurious bed where I’m wrapped in Beckham’s arms. Tired and content, I curl closer to him and let my eyes close. The man might be older, but he has stamina. Damn. He kept me up half the night. I’ve never that many orgasms in an eight hour period. Hell, I’ve never had that many orgasms in a week unless they were self-induced.

His arms tighten around me and I sigh happily.

“Are you awake, beautiful?” he asks.

“Yes, barely.” I hide a smile against his chest. His hand runs along my arm, pulling me closer. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” he says.

“Is Allie going to be upset?” I ask.

“With me or with you?”

“Either. Both. I don’t know.” I trace my fingers over his chiseled chest, trying to distract myself from my worry. It works pretty well considering what I’m worried about is my relationship with my best friend. To be fair, Beckham’s chest is a gift from the gods.

“Hannah,” he says, his voice serious. I tilt my head back so I can look into his ocean blue eyes. “When I said you were mine, I didn’t mean temporarily. I love you and you are mine. You’re going to be mine. Forever. That means Allie will just have to get used to us as a couple, because I’m not ever letting you go.”

“But what if—” I start.

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