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“You what?” I growl out as I pound into her pussy. Using my thumb, I circle her clit, needing her to come again before I do.

Her head thrashes from side to side as she screams out, “I love you fucking me bare. I need to feel you coming in my pussy.”

Her walls clamp down around my shaft as her orgasm crashes into her.

The thought of coming in her sets me off. My balls tighten and my cock pulses as spurt after spurt flows into her warm cunt.

God, I could come inside her for the rest of my life.

Her pussy trembles from the aftershocks as I pull out of her. Making my way into the bathroom, I wet a washcloth with warm water and clean up our combined juices. I throw the washcloth in the washer and grab my cover.

Savannah’s arms are limp by her head, so I untie the tie and remove the blindfold before pressing my lips to hers.

She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me back.

After a few lazy moments, I climb into bed and cover both of us. “Get some rest because there’s going to be a lot more tonight.”

Her head rests on my chest as her hand runs down my stomach to rest on my already hardening cock.

“How are you almost already ready to go again?”

“Because you tempt me, excite me, and make me dream of our future together. No other man will fuck you, Savannah. You’re mine now and forever.”

She stares at me and nods. “Only if you are mine and mine alone, too.”

I roll on top of her and kiss her slowly, trying to pour my love into her. She opens her legs and lets me in. Neither one of us is in a rush this time.

We have the rest of our lives.

Chapter Twenty-Three

SAVANNAH

I grabmy forest green colored pencil and shade in the dress I’m sketching. This is my third and final sketch for class.

My phone rings. The guys are still out of town and with the time change, they should be getting ready for the game.

Looking at the caller ID, a smile forms on my face.

It’s Francesca. We have talked every day since the party and she’s even brought me dinner a couple of nights.

“Hey, Francesca. What’s going on?”

It’s not like her to call me in the middle of a workday. I wonder if something happened to the guys?

Her voice is chipper, even though it’s barely above whispering. “What are you doing right now?”

“Um, finishing up some sketches for my fashion class. Why? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. Since the guys are still out of town for away games, I was wondering if you wanted to go on an undercover mission with me?”

“An undercover mission? Where? Doing what?”

Do the guys know about this undercover mission?

Would they approve?

Should I tell Spencer? No. I definitely shouldn’t because he will be worried about me the entire game tonight and the trip home. Hell, he might actually skip the game to get here sooner.

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