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“Yeah, but he didn’t do right by you. I’d like to teach him a lesson.” His jaw clenches.

“Please don’t. He hasn’t even called since that night, and we’re happy. Let him live in his misery,” I say, reaching out to touch his shoulder. “Promise me that you’re going to forget all about him, because I already have.” I give him a pleading look.

He gently removes my feet from his lap and hauls me closer to him. I straddle his thighs, facing him, his hands on my hips. But with nothing on under my robe, my bare flesh rubs against the denim at his crotch, and I feel his hard cock beneath his jeans.

“He left scars, Ginger, but I’m going to erase them all,” he says, undoing the sash of my robe.

A lump forms in my throat. “How—How are you going to do that?” My gaze drifts to his fingers now spreading open the front of my robe. His fingers trace around my areolas, then down the cleft between my breasts.

“I’m going to work tirelessly, every day, to create new memories to replace the old ones,” Hawk says. “I’ll start here.” He kisses one nipple, then the other. Then he closes his mouth over one nipple while his fingers work their magic on the other.

A small gasp escapes me, but he completely ignores this and moves his other hand between my legs, sliding through my folds. I quiver with excitement.

“Baby,” I moan.

“Take off the robe, Ginger,” Hawk orders, then licks and sucks on my nipple, which is standing erect and begging for more. I shrug the material off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. “My woman’s so pretty,” he says, his thumb finding my clit and moving over it in circles, heightening the intensity of what I’m already feeling.

His lips leave my breasts, and, with one hand behind my head holding me steady, he smashes his mouth down on mine. Our heads tip this way and that, desperate and needy. His tongue duels with mine. When he finally wrenches his lips from mine, he commands, “Up on your knees.” He tears at his belt and unzips his pants, then pulls out his engorged cock. My mouth waters at the sight of it. “Not this time, babe.” He strokes himself a couple of times, then says, “Climb on. Time to ride your man.”

I take his hard, thick cock in my hand, and place it at my entrance and slowly take him inside me. He’s so big, I can feel every inch of him filling me up.

“Fuck me, you’re so tight.” Hawk leans back with his hands on my hips and lifts me up and slams me back down over his cock.

“Oh my God, you feel so good.” I move up and down at the pace he sets.

He moves his hands away and says, “Go on, baby. Ride me hard. Make those tits bounce for me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I begin to move faster. With every stroke, I feel my orgasm bubbling to the surface, the walls of my pussy clenching tighter. Hawk slaps my ass.

“Not yet, Ginger. Hold it for me,” he commands.

“I need to come,” I plead.

He grabs my breasts, pushing them together, his teeth gently rasping over the tips of my nipples driving me crazy. The muscles in my legs tense, and my breath is ragged.

“Ethan, please!”

“Come for me, baby,” he whispers, taking his mouth from my breasts. He watches as I throw my head back, his hand squeezing my ass as my orgasm flows through me. His arm comes around my waist, and suddenly, I’m beneath him. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, and he’s fucking me hard. “Hand on your clit, Ginger,” he demands.

I do as he says. Although I think there’s no way I can come again, my sensitive clit thinks otherwise, and a renewed spark flickers. Hawk gyrates his hips, and I feel it building bigger and bigger. My body is his instrument to play, and when he does, my body reaches heights I’ve never believed possible.

Hawk thrusts inside me once more. I arch my back, taking him all inside and feeling him throb out his release. My second orgasm isn’t as intense, but it’s just as amazing. Hawk waits until our breathing returns to normal before saying, “Wrap your legs around me.”

I can hardly feel my legs, but I do as he asks. His arms come around me, then he lifts me from the couch and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down in the bed, leaves for a moment, then returns with a cloth to clean us both up. He cuddles me close as I fall asleep in his arms.

The tickle of his whiskers on my shoulder wakes me. My eyes flutter open, and there he is, dressed and ready to go, sitting on the edge of my bed. He dips down, kissing me lightly on the mouth.

“Got to go, Ginger. Club business. I’ll be back late tonight. Lee’s outside and will take you to work and back,” he says.

The sun is beginning to shine, but when I look at the clock, I see it’s just past six. Club business, he said, and that makes me nervous. Club business can mean anything.

“Come home to me, please.”

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” he replies.

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a long, sweet kiss. “Love you, Ethan,” I whisper. The words just come out naturally. Hawk’s expression changes from serious to elated. “I—don’t… expect?—”

“Don’t ruin it, Etain. Don’t say another word. I’m going to walk out the door knowing you feel about me the same way I feel about you. Made my day, beautiful.” His voice is low and husky. His fingers caress my cheek. I lean into his hand and close my eyes, memorizing this moment.

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