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She props up on her elbow. It's her turn to kiss my chest. "Yes but he looks much better doingit."

"Good to know I'm not putting on any weird contorted face when I've got someone pinned against the wall." The sarcasm and humor is our way of avoiding anything serious. It used to work when we were just partners but now it seems like a way to prevent us from talking about our realfeelings.

"Nope, just as pretty as a picture." She lifts my arm and climbs under it, pressing her body next tomine.

"You know I hate being called pretty." I turn to look at her and push the hair from herface.

"One of us has to be pretty. It's required and it's certainly notme."

I stare at her. Her lips are swollen from my kisses.Mykisses. That thought makes me absurdly happy. "Ten, you are easily the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Even if you don't see it, you are beautiful. Every inch of you. I'm fucking obsessed with every inch ofyou."

I pull her against me and kiss her again. She rolls onto her back and takes me along with her. She mewls and arches her back as I ease slowly inside of her. I reach down and slip my hand under her ass to push her higher. I stare down at her face as I pump slowly into her, wanting to feel all ofher.

A groan rolls up from my chest as she rocks against me, meeting my thrusts in perfect rhythm. "I don't ever want to leave your pussy," I say with a kiss against herear.

"Might be awkward at work," she moanssoftly.

I drop my face and laugh against her shoulder. "Fuck, I guess I should have known making love to you was not going to be your average roll in thesheets."

"It better not be average." She kisses me and whispers. "Take me on my hands and knees, Maddox. Take me hard. None of this gentlemanly stuff. It's what I need rightnow."

My cock throbs with the invite to take her on her knees. I withdraw and sit back. She sits up and kneels in front of me. I grab her to me and kiss her breasts, taking her nipple lightly between my teeth while my hands wrap around her ass and penetrate her from behind with myfinger.

A long deep breath shudders through her as I mercilessly tease her nipples and finger fuck her ass. My cock aches with wanting her. I turn her roughly in my hands. She drops to her hands and knees and peers back at me as she wiggles her ass. She whimpers lightly in anticipation as she waits for me. I take hold of her hips and jam my cock intoher.

"Yes!" she cries out. She braces her hands against the mattress to meet my thrusts. The headboard vibrates against the wall as I slam into her. I slip one hand down between us and finger fuck her ass while my cock fills her again and again. She pushes against me wantingmore.

I clench every muscle to keep from coming, wanting nothing more than to feel her pussy tighten around me in orgasm. Her mass of red hair falls forward as her head drops and she clutches the sheets with whitefingers.

"Harder," shepleads."

My hand tightens around her hip. My fingers dig into her flesh as I pummel her from behind, all the while keeping myself from dropping over theedge.

"Fuck, Maddox, fuck yes!" Her body stiffens but she still braces against my impact as her pussy tightens around me, milking me to orgasm along withher.

I kneel there buried inside of her, waiting for my heart to stop slamming into my ribs and staring down at the naked woman in front of me. I trace the number ten tattooed on her ass. She squirms from the tickle. So much about her has changed in the past few months. Yet everything about her is familiar. She is stillTen.

"I never want to leave this bedroom again," Isay.

She laughs lightly and collapses down. I follow and pull her into my arms, her back against my chest. I kiss her shoulder. "Guess I always figured you as a wild child in thebedroom."

"You'd have figured wrong. I've always liked sex a little intense. But my time in—" She restarts. I'm clenching my jaw before she even gets the words out. "Let's just say I found a side of myself in the past few months that I didn't knowexisted."

I drop my hands away and get up from the bed. I grab my jeans off thefloor.

She sits up too. "I'm sorry, Maddox. But I have to be able to talk about it. I have to come to grips with everything. Saying it out loud seems to be the easiest way. But if I can't talk to you about it, then we're never going to be together. If we start out with a wall between us, this is over before itstarted."

Of course, everything she says makes sense but it doesn't make it any easier. And I still haven't dropped the bomb yet. Seems like the timing is right but something else is picking at me. She walks over to her sweatpants and pulls themon.

"Why were you crying when I walked in tonight?" My question throws her for a second. She plucks her t-shirt off the floor and pulls iton.

"Cuz, believe it or not, I'm dealing with a lot of stuff up here." She points to her head. "In between struggling to decipher just exactly what is going on here, between us, I'm trying to come to grips with the last few months. And you know something, after years of growing up holding in tears because my dad scoffed at too much emotion, I've discovered that I kind of like just letting the old waterworks loose once in awhile. Just like fucking, a good cry is pretty damntherapeutic."

I pull my shirt on. "Glad I could provide you with some much needed therapy." I walk to the door but stop. "Shit, Ten, half an hour ago we were clinging to each other, devouring each other. How the hell do we always circle back to this fucking angercrap?"

I ready myself for a sharp reply, something about me starting it with my question about her tears. Instead, her brown eyes soften. There's just enough sadness in her face to make me walk over and kissher.

"I'm working through shit too, Ten. I'll probably just be a lot slower thanyou."

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