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But since I was beyond words, my body vibrating with need, I was reduced to nodding.

“Say it, Aria.”

Sweet Jesus.

Bossy Smith was going to be my undoing.

“Fuck me.”

His finger rolled harder, which in turn brought me closer to the edge.

“Nicely, baby.”

“Pleasefuck me.”

Smith thumped his dick against my ass and asked, “You want me here?”

I’d never done that, never wanted to, but suddenly the thought of Smith taking my ass sent a shiver of excitement over me.

But I shook my head.

He moved lower, positioning himself where I wanted.

“Is this where you want me?”

I groaned and tipped my ass as best I could in the minimal room he gave me.

“You want that sweet cunt of yours stuffed full?”

Oh God, I was going to come.

There was no stopping it.

“Yes.”

“Yeah, I know you do.”

“Please, honey, I’m so close.”

My orgasm took hold, my head flew back, hitting his shoulder, and he gave me what I wanted and stuffed me full.

Smith’s cock drove up, my fingers curled tighter around the top of the headboard, and I could do nothing more but hold on while Smith fucked me through a mind-bending climax.

A never-ending, body-shaking, insane orgasm that left me screaming his name, begging him to join me.

“You want my come?” His gravelly voice fanned over my neck.

I loved—fuckingloved—when he asked me if I wanted his come. I loved it so much I lost my mind to the desire he created.

“Yeah, honey,” I groaned.

“Fuck,” he grunted and slammed home.

His body stilled, his cock twitched, and with his mouth still at my neck he groaned through his orgasm.

I couldn’t be sure, the mindless haze of passion and pleasure was still flowing through me, the haze of really great sex still lingered but I could almost swear I heard a rumbled, “mine” before Smith sank his teeth into my shoulder.

I wasin Smith’s kitchen procrastinating getting ready to leave when he came in, hair still wet from his shower—one he’d unfortunately taken alone, which meant I’d showered alone. This was because Smith had to take a call from Layla. The only plus side to this was, while he’d talked to his team leader he’d made scrambled eggs, bacon, and coffee. Of course, I went for the coffee first. This was purely out of habit now. I’d found that waking up next to Smith, and other morning activities besides, I didn’t need the caffeine to wake me up. He did a splendid job of that all on his own.

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