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Gone is the cold wall she used to keep the world out. There’s nothing holding her back now, every sound, every ounce of pleasure on display.

Which only makes me greedy for more.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll give this sweet pussy everything it needs.” The bed shakes with every thrust, my muscles reaching the point of strain. But Emma takes it all so beautifully.

Any chance I had of protecting my heart died the second she kissed me back, and I’ve been handing over pieces of myself every day since.

It was easier before, to remember my place in her life. To touch her, taste her, make her come, but never let her close enough to hurt me.

Now she’s shattering the last stronghold I had, and I’ll never be the same.

“That’s it, you’re taking it so well. Fuck, Emma, you’re perfect. Always so wet for me, just begging for my mouth. But this is what you really wanted.” I slam back into her again. “You’ve been dreaming about this, haven’t you? Fucking your fingers and wishing it was my cock instead.”

“Yes, oh, fuck.” She moans, then surprises me by curling her hand around my throat like she did before, her pupils blown dark.

I’m so fucking close.

She squeezes. “Fuck, Charlie.Do it. Come on. I need you to fill me up.”

Fuck.

My hips stutter and restart, pounding into her as I come. It’s not just her dirty, delicious mouth that takes me over the edge. It’s her wide eyes, pleading and pulling me under, and the last of my resolve crumbles.

Honestly, I never stood a chance.

Completely spent, I catch myself above her on a shaky elbow and hide my warring emotions in her neck.

I scrape the sensitive skin with my teeth, soothe it with my tongue. I want evidence this happened. The marks she’s left on me are invisible, buried deep in my mind, my muscles, my heart.

I’m only asking for one small mark in return.

It might be all I get.

It’s definitely more than I deserve.

CHAPTER 38

TAKE A PICTURE, I WANT THIS TO LAST LONGER

EMMA

Charlie pants beside me, one hand lazily stroking my hip. He’s so wiped out, I’m not even sure he knows he’s doing it, but I’m not about to tell him to stop.

There’s a pleasant ache in my thighs, left over from clenching around his waist, and a slow throb in my clit. Sweat is cooling on my skin, and everything smells like Charlie. Damn, I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed sex this much.

Before him, I skipped ahead to the destination, asking “are we there yet?” so frequently my body got fed up and turned the car around.

Now, I’m enjoying the ride. Windows down, sound up, screaming at the top of my lungs. I’ll be happy anywhere and everywhere with him beside me.

“Give me a minute.” He turns his head and drags a kiss over my shoulder. “And I can finish what I started.”

I turn to face him. His hair is dark and damp as I push it off his forehead. My heart skips a beat when he sighs and leans into the touch.

“Actually, I want to stay like this for a little while.”

I don’t sleep, but it’s close. I can’t remember the last time I felt this relaxed.

Later, I slip from Charlie’s bed without waking him and pull on my underwear but forgo my clothes in favor of his faded T-shirt. It’s softer than silk, and I hope he’s not going to miss it, because I’m never taking it off.

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