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“What was your plan?” My question is clipped when I feel his finger tease my entrance.

Ford holds me steady with one arm around my waist as the other explores. He breathes hard in my ear before whispering, “To take care of you.”

I arch back to look up at him. “You are taking care of me.”

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FORD

Taytum is mine.

She doesn’t know it, and I’m not sure when I’m going to tell her, but this girl is mine.

“Keep doing that,” she tells me, resting further onto my chest. I watch my hand move inside her pants, and it’s so fucking hot that I can’t seem to care that we’re balancing on a dry-rotted piece of plywood.

We could fall to our death in seconds, but it would be a death worth dying for.

“I like the thought of taking care of you,” I admit, pushing another finger inside of her. My thumb rubs her clit achingly slow, and I know it’s driving her nuts. I crave to feel her around my dick again.

“Ford....” she breathes my name out like I’m her lifeline, and I’m obsessed with the thought of being the only guy on this planet that gets to have her.

“I’ve gotta tell you something,” I whisper, pulling on her other earlobe and wishing it was her pussy.

She whimpers and tries to move her hips against my hand. My forearm tightens around her waist to hold her steady because we truly might die if we move too much. “Okay, tell me.” Her back arches, and I’m so infatuated with her body that I want to kiss every single inch of her skin.

“You’re not marrying some fancy doctor.”

“Ah.” Her lungs rush to fill with oxygen, and I creep my mouth over to her neck to trail kisses up all the way to the corner of her mouth. “You’re so good at touching me.”

“That’s because your body was made to be mine.” I rub her clit faster and hook my finger a little further in until I know I hit the spot that she’s been trying to reach. “Which is exactly why you’re going to be mywife someday. Not some doctor who wouldn’t be able to make you come, especially when he sees your parents looking out the kitchen window to find you.”

“Wait, what?” She tries to sit up, but I don’t let her.

“Do me a favor…” I hit the spot with my finger again, and she bucks against my hand. “Say my name when you come, baby.”

Taytum’s head falls back onto my chest, and her orgasm face is too much for me to handle. I can’t help but plunge my tongue into her hot little mouth. I catch my name falling off her lips, and when she’s done riding my hand, I pull it out and lick it clean–like always.

I button her jeans, and she sits up, freshly finger-fucked and looking at me like she wants to do it again.

My cheek lifts, and I’m in heaven when she puts her hand up to her mouth to hide her laugh.

Something warm settles in my chest that can’t even be taken away when I hear her brother shout her name from their back deck.

“Oh, shit.” Taytum’s smile falls as soon as her hand does.

I shake my head to ease her concern and reach out to gently rub her chin with my thumb. “Do you trust me?”

Her eyes say a thousand different things, but all that matters is that she nods slightly.

“Then let me take care of you. Don’t worry about the money, alright?”

She opens her mouth to say something, but I quickly press it closed.

Emory is closer now, and Taytum and I both look down to the yard when he calls to us. “I know you two aren’t in that unstable treehouse.”

“Wanna come up?” I shout down through the branches. Taytum’s mouth twitches with a hidden smile.

“And die? No thanks.”

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