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I pressed my tip against her and bumped her clit. She cried out and I chuckled. Fuck yeah, this woman was a responsive as I thought she'd be.

"You're so beautiful, and I'm out of control, darlin'." I slowly nudged into her. "Tell me if I hurt you."

Her arms went around me, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. "You won't hurt me. Come inside."

I thrust inside slowly, inch by inch, wanting to feel every ripple. I wasn't smallormassive, but I knew from experience that I had to prepare a woman before entering her.

Her orgasm was making it easy for me to penetrate her.

"I can't stop looking at you," I confessed. "I watch you all the fuckin' time."

"Beau, shut up and fuck me," she demanded.

I barked a laugh, pleasantly surprised. I couldn't stop gazing into her expressive eyes. They were filled with lust, yes, but also a glowing warmth. This was not just fucking, though it felt damn good; it was—Goddamn it, I was going to sound like a teenager with stars in his eyes—making love.

I pushed all the way in, balls deep, and she cried out. I froze in place.

She raised her hips to get more of me, and I knew then I hadn't hurt her. She was taking me like she'd been waiting for me to fill her up.

I began to fuck her, starting slow, and then going faster, deeper, feeling her milk me.

"You feel so fucking good, darlin'."

"Right there, Beau, right…there," she moaned as I moved against her G-spot. I knew where it was, and I wasn't about to forget to massage it to make her come.

She slipped a hand between us, and it made me harder. Fuck me, I liked a woman who got herself off. But she wasn't going to do it alone. I put my hand on hers, and together we played with her clit. Each time I rocked into her, we both moaned because it felt so damn good.

"You have to get there, darlin'. I'm going to come." I massaged her with her hand, wanting to feel her clench around me, milk me so that I could slide into sweet oblivion with this precious woman.

"Yes," she screamed as I pushed her hand away and pinched her clit.

She came.

I thrust in a couple more times before spurting into her, painting her walls with my release, and for some unfathomable reason, I wished I could get her pregnant.

Chapter 17

Mira

Beau left the bathroom door open in case Pari came looking for me.

He helped me get into the bathtub first, and then slid in behind me, pulling me into him. It was intimate—I mean, thesexhad been intimate, but this was more so. It was romantic, and I hadn't expected that from Beau. He was a good man. A decent man. He was kind and sweet. He loved his daughter. But…I knew his reputation. He fucked…a lot. He wasn't the kind of man who was going to settle down; he was the fuck ‘em and forget ‘em type. And, yet, there was a sincerity in how he took care of me before, during, and after sex.

I rested the back of my head on his shoulder. One of his hands cupped my breast and played with my nipple almost absentmindedly. While the other was wrapped around my stomach, stroking, soothing, igniting.

His thighs caressed mine as he surrounded my body with his.

Of all the things I'd expected when I'd knocked on Beau's door weeks ago, this was not one of them. But there had been something between us as soon as he asked me to come inside his home.

"I don't want to be a cliché." I kissed his forearm. "Does this change anything, or do we continue as—"

"Fuck yeah, it changes…fuckin' everything." He kissed my hair. "I want to sleep with you from now on."

His grip on me tightened when I nodded. I feltsafe. I closed my eyes to soak up that feeling. Asha had told me that she'd never had that with any of the men she'd been with. She believed that the wiring in our brain circuitry was too frayed for us to have healthy relationships with men.

Maybe this was my chance for one.

I felt a surge of joy within me at the thought. I could be loved by someone who wasn't Asha or Pari—wasn't blood. Could a miracle like that happen?

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