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“So, is the light from my bedroom bothering you or something?” he asked.

“No, but sometimes, well, a lot of times, I sit and watch you in the dark, so you can’t see me.” There, the truth was out there and if he chose to walk away from her now, that would be his decision. “I’m a Peeping Tom,” she whispered.

He burst out laughing and she looked at him as though he had lost his mind. “Honey,” he breathed. That was all he seemed capable of getting out because he was laughing at her so hard.

“What’s so funny?” she asked.

“I knew that you were watching me. Why do you think I left my light on?” he asked. “A few nights, I thought about getting completely naked, but I worried that Aggie might also be able to see into my window, so I thought better of it.”

“Oh,” she breathed, thinking about him getting naked for her turned her inside out with need. She was already wet and achy for him, but hearing that just ramped up her girl parts—in a good way.

He leaned in to kiss her again, and Phoenix wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she moaned into his mouth. “I like it when you watch me, honey,” he whispered against his lips. Hearing him say that to her ignited a fire deep inside of her and all she could think about was him making her his, as soon as possible.

“I need you, Riggs,” she whimpered, “now.” He didn’t seem to need to be told twice. Riggs worked her t-shirt up her body and over her head.

“No bra?” he asked.

“I get more tips that way,” she shyly told him.

“From now on, you wear a bra when you come here. Around my place, you don’t—got it?” he asked. She wasn’t sure why she liked him bossing her around, but she did.

“Got it,” she whispered. He kissed his way down to her breasts, sucking and biting his way over to the next.

“I need to fuck you, baby,” he growled against her skin.

“Yes,” she hissed out, “I need that too.”

Riggs pulled his own shirt up over his body and her hands were everywhere. And when he pulled down his jeans, letting his cock spring free, she couldn’t help but run her hands over his shaft. “I’ve never touched a man this way before,” she admitted. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing it more than right, baby, but if I let you keep doing it, this will be over before we get started. Are you on the pill?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Good.” He unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, helping her to step free from them. “Keep on the boots,” he ordered. “I want to fuck you in them.” She had worn her high-heeled boots to work and God, they were killing her feet, but she had done it for the tips. Hearing him tell her to keep them on while he was going to fuck her in them had her rethinking about wearing them to work anymore. They would be something that she’d wear just for him.

He slid her body up the wall, and she straddled his cock, inviting him to give her what she had been begging for. Riggs slid into her pussy, causing her to cry out. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he said.

She felt as though she was holding onto him for dear life as he stilled inside her body. “I told you that I’ve only done this once, Riggs. I’m afraid that I’m not very experienced.”

“I like that you don’t have a lot of experience. I don’t care about any other man you’ve been with in the past, Phoenix,you’re mine now.” It was the words that he had given to her every night in her dreams. She wanted to be his, and now she was.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Say that you’re mine, honey,” he ordered.

“I’m yours,” she whimpered, “please, Riggs.” He pulled out of her body and pumped back in. She moaned and he seemed to take that as a good sign because he picked up pace, and within minutes, she was crying out his name. Riggs pumped into her body a few more times and when he came inside of her, he whispered her name against her skin as he kissed her.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed.

She snuggled into his body as Savage’s office door opened. Shit—she had forgotten that they were not alone. “You guys about finished out there?” he asked. “I hate to break things up, but I need to get home to Dallas and Bowie.”

“Shit,” Riggs growled. “I’m sorry, honey. I just got carried away.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“Give us a few minutes to get dressed, man, and then, we’ll be out of here,” Riggs said to Savage.

“I’m so sorry,” Phoenix called.

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