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I cup her jaw and tilt her head. “Why are you afraid of getting used to it, corazón?”

“Because this… this thing between us, it’s not real.”

Lifting the covers, I glance down at my hard cock and our naked bodies covered in cum. “Looks pretty fucking real to me.”

“I mean…” She places her hand over her eyes, and her cheeks and neck turn pink.

“You mean that we started unconventionally and now we’re acting more like husband and wife than you imagined we would?”

She drops her hand and nods. “I guess.”

“How is that not a good thing?” I run my fingertips down her spine. “You said last night was incredible. We can have incredible every day and every night.”

“Because it feels too good to be true.”

I roll her onto her back, spreading her thighs with my knees, and rock my hips until I find a little relief for my aching shaft. Her pupils blow wide, and her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath. “I agree thatthis”—I grind myself against her—“does feel good, but it’s definitely true, Spitfire. I’m constantly hard around you.” I sink inside her soaking pussy. “And you’re so wet for me.”

She hisses as I stretch her wide and pushes her head back into the pillow. “Jesus, Nate.”

“You see? So. Fucking. Good.” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my hips, driving deeper inside her with every stroke.

“Yes!” Her nails claw at my back, her legs wrapping snugly around my waist, and I bury my face against her neck, inhaling her sweet scent while I nail her to the bed.

Her muscles clamp around me, squeezing me tight as I bring her to orgasm, and the way she moans my fucking name when she comes has me losing control right along with her.

We pant for breath as we come down from the high. “And you thought your body wasn’t built like that, huh, Spitfire?” I growl in her ear. “I guess you just hadn’t found the right guy.”

Her lips curve in a grin. “I’d call you an arrogant jackass, but you’re right.”

“And not just come, I can make you fucking squirt.”

She presses her lips together. “Yeah, that was definitely unexpected, Ice.”

I run my nose along her jawline. “You think we can make that happen again?”

“I guess so. If you press all the right buttons.”

I hum my approval. “Actually I think it was eating your buttons that did it.”

She laughs. “You’re so sure of yourself, Ice.”

“I’m not sure how I feel about being the Ice to your Goose and Tyler’s Maverick, by the way.”

She curls her fingers in my hair. “I thought I told you that Iceman was always my favorite.”

I rock my hips, my cock already hard again inside her. “Yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s my good little spitfire.” The need to claim her again burns in my veins. I’m fucking addicted to this woman.

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

MELANIE

Idiscreetly pick at the lace trim on the tablecloth, wishing I was at Nathan’s father’s house rather than being forced to endure an afternoon tea with my mother and Bryce. He did try to insist on coming with me, but I suspect this is the last time I’ll be coming here for a while given the conversation I’m about to initiate, and what I have to say needs to be said without my husband present.

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