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“Jenson,” she whimpered, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “God, your cock would feel so much better than this.”

I groaned and gripped my cock through my jeans, hissing a breath through my teeth.

“You are such a naughty woman,” I muttered under my breath as she arched her back and quickly came on her fingers, her body trembling.

All for me.

God, I wished she wasn’t trying to keep us a fucking secret. I wanted to publicly own her. Show every son of a bitch that she wasmine. That she belonged to me.

But so far, it seemed like she had no intention to stop sneaking around. And honestly… I was getting annoyed by it. I was a grown man ready to settle down with her. Sure, it’d only been a week, but Iknewwhat I wanted.

I wanted her.

Something had to give.

Holly was stretchingin her driveway when I pulled into mine. She looked up and smiled in my direction before continuing her stretches. Her body was coated in sweat, even though it was only forty-something degrees outside. No doubt, she’d just come back from her daily run.

“Get over here,” I growled when I got out of my truck.

Without waiting for her response, I strode up the porch before inserting my key into the lock and opening the door, walking inside. I toed my boots off, and she slipped in behind me, quickly shutting the door. Before she could say or do anything else, I snatched her to me and covered her lips in a hot, soul-sucking kiss.

“Mmm,” she moaned, curving her sweaty body into mine. My blood heated at the erotic sound, my dick throbbing and pressing into my zipper.

I walked her into the kitchen, my lips never leaving hers until I lifted her and set her on the kitchen counter. I wasted no time in getting her sports bra over her head, and I groaned when her breasts spilled free, her nipples pebbled. Ignoring them for the time being, I gripped the edge of her leggings and tugged them down with her thong. She kicked her shoes off, and once she was finally naked, I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out.

Thankfully, I’d started stashing condoms all over the house because of her, and she snatched one out of the kitchen drawer and ripped the packet open before rolling it over my thick, veiny shaft.

I growled at the feel of her soft, small hands caressing me over the latex. My restraint was close to snapping. Ineededto get inside of her. I’d been aching for her all damn day, especially after she sent that naughty fucking video.

I spread her thighs apart and then eased inside of her, knowing she’d already be slick for me. She moaned, her hands gripping at my shoulders. “Jenson,” she whimpered, her head falling back on her shoulders.

I licked a path up her neck before following that same path with my teeth, nipping at her sweaty skin. She whimpered and then cried out when I pulled out and slammed back inside of her, fucking her the way I truly wanted to.

I pushed her back to lay on the counter, then dragged her ass to the edge, my fingers digging into her tight ass. Her tits jiggled with every savage thrust inside her tight body, and in no time, she was coming undone around me, screaming my name into the otherwise silent house. Our bodies smacked together, and with a few more thrusts, I spilled into the condom, growling her name.

“You will be the fucking death of me,” I rasped as I leaned over her, gripping her chin to press my lips to hers.

Our breaths mingled as our lips met in short, sporadic kisses, both of us struggling to catch our breath. Fuck, she was going to goddamn kill me at this rate.

“Do I get fucked like that every time I tease you while you’re at work?” she tiredly asked, her eyelids drooping in a post-sex haze. No doubt, she had a nap on her mind, but now that she was relaxed, I wanted to talk to her. Holly could be stubborn, but she was more open to things when she was a bit cum drunk.

I intended to take full advantage of that.

I grinned at her. “Maybe.” I pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “But first, we need to talk.”

She frowned and pushed me back a little so she could sit up. I stepped back from her and pulled the condom off, tossing it into the trash before I fixed my clothes. Unashamed of her body, she placed her palms flat on the counter, staring at me.

“What is it, Jenson?” she finally asked, a hint of wariness entering her voice.

I grunted and tossed her clothes at her after I picked them up from the floor. I couldn’t concentrate when she was sitting there being so fucking tempting. Sliding down from the counter, she began to get dressed, her muscles tensing, her relaxed state disappearing. Shit. I’d taken too damn long.

I’d noticed she was always quick about making sure no one could see her when she came over here, and she avoided looking in my direction when her parents were home. It didn’t take a genius to know she was sneaking out and didn’t want anyone to know about us. While I understood her hesitation, I didn’t like being a secret, especially when I wanted to show her off to the entire fucking world.

Sure, our age difference might be alarming to some—fifteen years, to be exact—but I didn’t give a fuck what anyone thought of us as long aswewere happy. But she was younger than me and still sought the approval of everyone around her. I tried to be understanding of that. Tried to remember how I’d been at her age.

“Are you ashamed of me?” I blurted before I could stop myself.Shit—what a way to start the goddamn conversation, Jenson.

“What—no!” she exclaimed. She quickly yanked her sports bra over her head and planted her hands on her hips, staring at me with wide, alarmed eyes. “What in the world gives you that idea, Jenson?”

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