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“God, that was hot,” he growls as he leans forward and dives his tongue into my mouth, still moving inside of me, but at a slower pace again.

“That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had in my life. I… I can’t breathe,” I manage to say when Cash leans back.

“Then let’s aim for a third,” he smirks before reaching behind me and then lifting me up as he reclines, adjusting my legs so I’m straddling him while he sits up tall, wrapping me in his arms.

“I can’t,” I moan as I sink down on him again. “Oh, God… you feel so big this way.”

“Can’t hear that enough,” he laughs and then pulls my nipple into his mouth.

“Seriously, fuck,” I throw my head back as he moves my hips, lifting me up and down along his length. Both of us stare down at where we’re joined just a few seconds later, fixated on watching us move together where we’re connected—it’s so erotic and intense, it makes my body rise in temperature. I can’t possibly come again. I’ve never orgasmed twice during sex in my life, let alone three times. But Cash is intent on making a third time occur, and as we continue to move, the head of his dick slides against that bundle of nerves inside of me, making that idea more of a reality than I thought. “God, yes!”

“Talk to me, sweetheart. Use those filthy words. Tell me how much you’re enjoying this,” he mumbles against my breast, sucking my nipple into his mouth again, licking and swirling his tongue around the nub.

“It feels so fucking good, Cash.”

“How good?”

“Like I’m gonna come again,” I declare.

“Yes. Come on my cock, sweetheart. I wanna see you lose it again.”

Our moans and heavy breathing fill the room as we continue to move, my body riding him hard and not giving a fuck about any reservations whatsoever. Cash makes me feel desired and bold, sexual and feminine, which allows me to let go and fully immerse myself in this.

“I’m almost… there!” I shout as the crest of my orgasm rises and then I shatter, this one more intense than the last two, so different yet equally as fulfilling as Cash urges my movements over him still before he finally shouts and grips my body hard, finding his own release, squeezing me tightly to him.

“Fuck!” His head drops to my chest once we stop moving, my rib cage rising and falling in time with his. We take a moment to catch our breaths and come down from the high—and then his head pops up and finds mine—our eyes locking and saying so much without uttering one single word.

Oh. My. God.

That was incredible, life-changing, earth-moving and mind-bending—and definitely worth giving into the moment.

Best Scrabble game ever.

Chapter 18

Cash

Holding Piper in my arms after the most intense sex of my life, my world is thrown off balance and then righted right before my eyes. I’ve never felt that—a connection to someone that goes beyond the physical while being physical. Fighting my instinct to retreat yet still wanting to keep her in my arms, I let the weight of what just happened rest on my shoulders for a minute before I speak.

“Piper… fuck.” Yup, that’s all I can come up with, because how can I possibly describe how life-altering that was.

“Cash. That was… amazing,” she breathes against my neck, her breathing still heavy while we remain joined.

“Agreed. But I need to clean up, sweetheart.” I begin to nudge us apart, sliding out of Piper and lying her back on the bed, before standing and making my way to the bathroom. Once the condom is taken care of, I return to find Piper covered by her blankets with her eyes closed and her hands tucked up under her cheek.

“Piper, do you want me to leave?” I whisper as I lean down and stroke her face with my fingers.

Her eyes pop open and tell me she doesn’t want that, but like the guarded person she is, she leaves that decision to me. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind either way….”

Surprised by how quickly I come to the decision, I make my way to the other side of her bed and crawl in behind her, wrapping my arms around her warm body, dragging my fingers across her smooth skin while I soak up this feeling of satisfaction I never knew was possible.

This is what it must feel like—to find someone you want to spend time with more than you want to breathe. More importantly, this is what falling for someone must feel like, and now I get why other men surrender to this. I understand how Cooper must feel about Clara, or how Kane overcame his shit to let Olivia in. Because in this moment, an overwhelming force of clarity overpowers me, showing me what life could be like coming home to someone like Piper every day.

And I don’t hate it. In fact, it’s becoming more clear to me every day that she’s what I want.

“You’re staying?” She mumbles, slightly leaning back to look me in the eyes.

“There’s no other place I’d rather be, sweetheart,” I speak softly in her ear then plant a languid kiss on her lips before we both get comfortable and succumb to sleep.

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