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I rock against his already hard cock, and in response, his hips thrust against me. Fire races through my veins. In the eighteen months we’ve been together, not a thing about the way I want this man has lessened. Fingers biting into my ass, he holds me tight to him.

“Just don’t mess up my hair,” I remind him, still rubbing my pelvis against his dick.

“I know better than to piss Delia off,” he mutters as he lies back. Nipping and teasing, he makes his way down my throat in the way I love.

I let my eyes flit shut, savoring his hot breath against my skin with each of his heavy exhales. With his nose, he edges the silky fabric out of his way, then he latches on to one nipple. As he sucks and pulls it deep into his mouth, I writhe against him. My body buzzes, and a throb starts deep in my core.

With one hand, he finds his way under my robe and runs his fingers through my wet pussy. “Damn.” He pulls back and cocks one brow. “You’re walking around this place with nothing on under this scrap of fabric?”

I giggle. “Can’t wear anything under the dress either. Panty lines are such a nuisance.”

He groans. “I hope the day you no longer live to tease me never comes.”

“I will always love teasing you.” I reach between us and undo his pants, then shift so I can slip them and the white-and-pink-heart boxers down his legs.

His cock springs free, long and hard and needy for me. With a hand wrapped around it, I give it a firm squeeze. “And you will always love it too.”

A guttural moan escapes him. “Hell yes, I will.” He bucks his hips, forcing his cock deeper into my fist. “Come on, baby. I need to feel that wet pussy of yours gripping my dick.”

With one hand on my hip, he uses the other to untie my robe. His eyes stay locked on my chest as he parts the sides and my breasts come into view.

“My god, you’re beautiful.” Each time he says those words, my heart skips. The honesty behind them has yet to fade, and knowing my Samson, it never will.

I lift up and line myself up to him, then slowly, I sink down.

He holds himself still so I can set the pace, his eyes drifting shut and a sound of pleasure rumbling from deep in his chest. My body heats as he stretches me, filling me. When I lower the last inch and he’s fully sheathed, he grips my hips.

I grasp his bicep and nod, silently signaling that I’m ready for more. Clearly reading the cue correctly, he cants his hips and thrusts deep, filling me so completely I can’t help the whimper that leaves my lips.

“That’s it, Firefly. Let me make you feel good.”

As he rocks up into me over and over, he skates one callused hand up to cup my breast and tweaks my nipple. He knows exactly what I like. He pumps into me with more force, and I grind against him in response. His pelvis hits my clit with each thrust of his hips, driving me higher and sending pleasure skittering up my spine.

“Yes.” I moan and clench around his thick cock as the world around me spins.

“Baby,” he pants. “I need you to come.” With a swirl of his hips, he drives into me once more, and my body explodes. I convulse around him, his name leaving my lips with a whimper.

“Shit.” With his hands around my waist, he fucks up into me over and over, his movements jerky and reckless. His fingers dig into my flesh as he pulls me down and ruts up one more time.

“Fuck.” He groans as he comes deep inside me. When he flops back against the mattress, panting, he pulls me down and holds me close.

It’s innate, the way my body melts against his as our hearts hammer in time. In these moments, the world seems extra perfect. And I can’t help but thank the universe for giving me this man.

“Hey, Ma!” Liam pounds on my door, making it rattle against the frame. “Have you seen Cort?”

Chapter 18

Cortney

“What’s up?” I slip out Dylan’s door and close it softly behind me, trying to rein myself in as I look into the face of our teenager.

He rolls his eye and his entire body slumps. “You’re late, and everyone is looking for you. Can you two really not keep your hands off each other?”

“Someday you’ll get it.” I chuckle. With the way he looks at the caretaker’s daughter, it might be sooner rather than later.

As I stride down the stairs, he hurries after me and keeps pace through the foyer.

“Is that how you knew Ma was the one?”

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