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It’s an addicting thought and one that has me breezing right past my worries. I grind against him, and he grabs my hips to push me down harder. The feeling sucks me in, and I find myself lifting up so he can remove my panties.

His sweats go next, and I touch him all over, running my curious hands over the ridges of his hard muscles.

“Do you?” he asks, nipping at my lip.

“Huh?” I say, breathing hard.

“Do you want me so badly you can’t think straight? Because that’s how I feel when it comes to you.” He kisses me hard and fast, like he’s afraid I’m going to deny it.

I can’t.

Not like this.

“Yes,” I say without any hesitation.

I want you so much that I’m terrified.

Suddenly, I’m flipped onto my back, and my legs are spread wide open. Emory hovers over me, balancing on his strong forearms.

“Let me make you mine.” His plea grazes my lips. “Right here. Just like this.”

I pause. There is no going back if I give him the okay.

“Please, Scottie,” he begs, rubbing himself against me.

I’m done for.

“Make me yours, Olson.”

“Fuck,” he rasps.

I gasp with pleasure when he pushes himself inside.

“God, you were fucking made for me,” he groans.

With every slow thrust, I build higher and higher. My hips spread wider, and I’m enthralled with the way my body loses control.

“Emory,” I moan.

He peppers my neck with kisses before making his way back to my lips and swallowing my moans.

I break apart when his kisses become feverish, and his thrusts get deeper.

He takes his mouth from mine, and I don’t even care that he’s watching me succumb to the pleasure. The ride is too much. I’m in a lustful daze, and every part of my body sings.

“Mine,” he grits before pumping into me one more time.

I almost pout when he pulls out, but then I feel his come spill out onto my belly, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip.

God, that’s hot.

He flops to his back, and I smile to myself when he says,“Wow,”under his breath.

Because…same.

Fifty

EMORY

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