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“Works for me.” I cage my knees on either side of her thighs, slide all the way home, and wait with my nose pressed to hers as she finishes her back arching moan. “So. You wrote a book about me.”

She tilts her hips up and swivels, causing my eyes to close.

“I wrote a book aboutus. After you broke myheart.”

“Fair. Process however you want, but do you really have to publish it?”

“Ant, it’s the best work I’ve everdone, fuck baby, right there.”

She claws her hands up and around my back, digging her nails in as she squeezes her thighs against my waist. I keep pounding that spot, grunting against every thrust.

“This might be the best workI’veever done.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Seriously?” I blanch. “I’m fucking your brains out, and you canstilldo that eyebrow thing?”

I slow my thrusts and watch as a deadpan with her one brow raise takes over the euphoria she’d just been wearing. But then she smirks and says, “Do better,” and I take that as a challenge.

I take her wrists and pin them up next to her head.

“Don’t move.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

Pulling out all the way to the tip, I ease her into a slower rhythm, barely leaving her pussy while I pull on her nipples. She immediately starts panting, her hands clenching into fists.

“I remember how sensitive these are,” I say, ducking to suck on one for several moments before moving onto the next. Her hips buck beneath mine, her pussy squeezing me like a vice with each flutter of my tongue against her tits. I use a hand to hold her down.

“I don’t want to come yet,” she pants. “You’re going to make me?—”

“Then don’t. Don’t come. Listen instead.” Her eyes flutter to mine, and with my fingers on her breasts and my face inches from her, I keep going.

“I’m angry, Pen. I’m hurt and I’m confused, but not atyou. I hate that the guy you wrote is me. But I don’t want to be mad atyou. I don’t want to run from this.”

I sit up just enough to rake one hand down her abdomen, flicking her clit with my thumb for a few rounds before I flatten my other palm on her lower belly and press down.

“Oh,oh fuck,what are you doing?”

Her hips ratchet against my hand, sending my cock deeper. A sly smile quirks up the side of my face, and I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, painting promises against her tongue with mine before I husk, “You said do better,” and pound her home.

She screams, beautiful, beautiful noises bouncing off my bedroom walls.

“I… Ummfuck, Anthony…I don’t… I don’t wanna run either,damn it.”

I push down on her belly with more pressure, then add quick circles to her clit.

“Good, boss. Because I’m tired of running from you.”

“Me too,” she pants, reaching up to cup my face. “Me too, baby, I want to figure this out too.”

With that weight lifted from my chest, I slow my rhythm and pull my hand from her clit.

“I don’t think I’m doing better if you can still speak in complete sentences.”

“No, you’re doingso good,Ant.Pleasedon’t stop.”

I obey, my hips snapping quicker, and I find purchase with my hand against the pillow beside her head.

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