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Agreeing with his lust filled demands.

A part of me thought this must be just something he said. Something that got him and his partners off.

But I really did not want to think about Tommy and anyone else when he was balls deep inside of me.

I was only human, after all. And the idea of Tommy's past or future lovers weighed heavily on me, pressing down like a heavy weight.

It twisted inside my stomach. A knot of insecurity that tightened with each fleeting thought.

The allure of our shared connection felt suddenly overshadowed by the nagging questions that buzzed in my mind.

What kind of woman did I need to be to keep his attention?

Would he see me as just another fleeting encounter, a fun little Halloween fling to add to his list?

I went and gave this man a little piece of my heart along with everything else I’d given him. It was reckless and stupid. But it was beyond my control now.

“Stay with me, Baby,” he said, cupping my face and forcing my attention to his.

The second I met his intense gaze, those light brown eyes glittering with desire, I was done for.

My body tightened, moisture flooded between my legs.

“That’s it. Let me in,” he growled, and pressed in deep.

I felt so full. So damn ready to burst. My mouth gaped open. Need surged in my veins, the floodgates thrown wide now that he was playing my body like a maestro.

“That’s it. Feel me. Feel how your body responds. It knows it's mine. Say it, Vixen. Tell me.”

“Yours,” I said, whimpering.

His hand slid between us, and moving across my clit. Stars burst behind my eyes. My entire body was one giant nerve-ending.

“Come. Now,” Tommy ground out against my lips, kissing me hard, and that was all it took.

I came apart in his arms, keening like a wild thing. Tommy’s thrusts grew jerky as he followed me into oblivion, but he never stopped touching me, praising me, kissing me through it all.

His hips slid against mine, wringing out every aftershock of our combined pleasure, and I knew we were making a mess, but I didn’t care.

All I cared about was how he made me feel. And how I didn’t want it to end.

Oh God. I love him.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN-TOMMY

When we were both able to breathe again, I slid out of Camryn’s slick heat and cleaned us up.

She’d gone quiet, and I was worried.

Had I messed up her little Halloween fantasy romance with the strength of my feelings?

Was she going to send me away now?

Fuck that.

I wasn’t going to go. I had to make her see. Make her understand that this was real. My feelings for her were very real.

Shit.

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