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I’m not going to last long.

Fuck.

My insides are on fire, every nerve ending burning with lust, with need. She belongs to me, and it’s about time I show her exactly what that means.

I keep a hand around her throat as I move, pistoning my hips against hers, fucking her with long, hard strokes. She’s already destroyed me, decimated me from the inside out, and I won’t stop until I do the same to her.

Her cries, her whimpers, urge me to go faster, fuck her harder, and I quicken my pace. I can’t get enough of her, I never will. Each time we’re together only increases the desperation I feel pumping through my veins.

She’s my heroin, my cocaine, and I need another hit.

I stare down at her, losing myself in the dark-browndepths of her eyes. She owns me, mind, body, and soul, and if I’m honest, she has since the first night we spent together.

June cries out, and I angle my hips, making sure every stroke rubs that sensitive spot deep inside her.

Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I hope she draws blood. I’m hers to mark, to claim. The pain only brings us closer together, binds us in this moment.

I thrust into her faster. Faster. Deeper. Fucking her so brutally hard. She chants my name. Her hips rock against mine. She’s clawing at my back. She’s desperate, but so am I.

With a growl I feel deep in my chest, I tighten my hand around her throat and snake my other hand between us. I rub her clit with my thumb, and when her thighs shake and her entire body quivers, I know she’s close.

I press down with my thumb and she fucking detonates.

June’s eyes squeeze shut, and she throws her head back on a groan. She cries out for God as her pussy tightens around my cock, squeezing the life out of me. Her entire body quivers, and she’s covered in a sheen of sweat, coated in my cum.

She’s never looked so beautiful.

I’m not far behind, groaning out her name with one last thrust, and I empty inside her.

Her arms wind around my neck, and she holds me to her. I rest my head in the crook of her neck, careful not to crush her with my weight, our breaths coming in shallow pants. I don’t pull out, not yet, instead moving against her with a few lazy strokes, needing to draw this moment out as long as I can.

“How is it possible that it was better than before?” she huffs out, her fingers drawing circles across my shoulders.

I press a kiss to her throat, running my thumb along the length of it. Her pulse flutters beneath me. “It’s you. Us.”

“Has it ever been like this for you?”

“Never.” I take a deep breath, my cock already hardening, ready for another round. “I hope you’re ready for more.” I draw out of her slowly and thrust against her. “I’m just getting started.”

THIRTY-SIX

June

Turns out “just getting started”meant spending the rest of the weekend having sex. Granted we did take Oliver to the park, played trains, and watched the second monster movie, but once he was asleep, it was like Ryan was on a personal mission to make me come as much as I could before passing out.

His stamina is ... well, let’s just say it’s impressive.

My thighs are burning like I spent all day at the gym, and for the life of me I can’t get comfortable in this desk chair. Probably because I’m itching to leave and have been ever since I walked into the law firm this morning.

Every day I’m here and not at my studio feels like a wasted opportunity. Especially since my session the other day with the football players. Several of them have reached back out, asking about classes twice a week, and my regular sessions are filling up fast. While I won’t kick out the two girls who rent space from me, I don’t think I need them anymore to pay rent.

I’m not sure I need this job, either, and the longer I sithere, the more I feel the chains wrapping around me, trapping me.

“Uh, good morning, June.” Michael clears his throat, shuffling his feet as he stops in front of my reception desk, shoving his hands into his pockets.

I hold up a finger, clicking a few random things on the computer. While I may not have anything that needs my attention this exact minute, I’m going to let him wait. He sold me out for football tickets. I mean, I’m not really mad at the events that followed, but still. It’s the principle of the thing.

So instead of turning to him after a minute, I open up an email to Poppy and Kinsley, asking them to meet me for lunch. I should send a message to my dad, too, get his advice, but I know what he’ll say. He’s already told me I should quit my job in Satan’s lobby and focus on my own career.

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