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She bit her lower lip and watched as his gaze zeroed in on her sex. The air felt thick and charged with electricity. She could almost hear crackling and popping as it sizzled around them.

Pulse scooted up and smoothed his hands across her lower belly and down to her sex, where he used his thumbs to part her folds, all while staring as though transfixed.

“So pretty,” he whispered.

Never had her body been so exposed. If any other man had ever wanted to stare at her pussy this way, she’d have burst out laughing and kicked their ass to the curb.

But not Pulse. With him, it felt symbolic. Her body was as open and exposed to him as her heart. His for the taking, and he treated both with reverence and, dare she hope, love?

As much as she wanted him inside her and wanted to come, she never wanted this moment to end. Something shifted between them this afternoon. They’d created a bond, a connection that felt permanent and unbreakable as though their souls had merged.

If anyone had told her they felt that way about their significant other, she’d have politely smiled and nodded while internally rolling her eyes and vomiting. Talia spent her adultyears convinced the love people wrote poems about was nothing more than a flight of fancy.

But right then, she understood.

And she was safe in that understanding because Pulse would never reveal her secrets.

He pressed a slick thumb to her clit, shocking a bolt of pleasure through her core. She lifted her hips in a silent invitation.

Further foreplay wasn’t necessary. All she wanted was to be joined with him in every way she could think of. He rose on his knees and fisted himself again. Talia bent her legs to give him better access. She kept her gaze locked with his as he ran the tip of his dick through her wetness.

“Pulse…”

He fitted himself against her pussy, then pushed in—slowly. So slowly, it felt like he’d never bottom out. Every inch that sank into her brought a heightened pleasure. Part of her wanted to grab his hips and yank him fully inside her, but a more significant part wanted to stay in suspended need for as long as possible. It was the most delicious place to be, experiencing ecstasy while knowing there was still more to come.

She reached for him, and he captured her hands, then pressed them to the mattress by her head. The move had him looming over her.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, letting her desperation bleed through her voice. “I want to feel you everywhere.”

He did as she asked. Their lips met as he bottomed out inside her. She moaned into his mouth, and he greedily swallowed the sound. Pulse pressed her into the mattress with his firm body as he fucked into her at an unhurried pace.

She got what she asked for. She could feel him along the entire length of her body as well as inside her. Even their feet were hooked around each other in an embrace. Their legs slidagainst each other as he slowly thrust in and out of her pussy. Every movement made his solid chest brush against her nipples, and his stomach muscles flex against her softer belly. He held her arms captive against the bed, and their mouths licked and sucked in a passionate dance.

No part of her was neglected. Even their hearts seemed to beat against each other in a synchronized rhythm.

Time no longer mattered as they kissed, fucked, and shared the same breath. Instead of ramping up toward a consuming orgasm, Talia floated on a cloud high in the sky for what felt like hours. When she finally came, wave after wave of pleasure crested over her while she stared into the eyes of the man she could finally admit to herself she loved.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

AS USUAL, TALIA left work late, but to her surprise, she found Spec sitting astride his motorcycle in her office’s parking lot three days later. As the only vehicle besides hers in the parking lot, it was impossible to call his presence a coincidence.

She slowed as she exited the building. Was he there to finish the job and take her out of the equation? While he hadn’t spoken to Pulse or her in the days since the club’s vote, she’d been told he’d agreed to Curly’s demand of civility.

Was it a lie to get her to let down her guard?

Was this revenge for what he believed was Pulse’s betrayal?

“What are you doing here?” she called across the twenty or so feet that separated them.

His eyes flared with a hint of pride.

That’s right, asshole, I won’t cower to you or anyone.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “Relax. I mean you no harm.” Then he shifted to reveal Liv sitting behind him on the bike.

“Surprise!” she said with a sunny grin. “I’m here to take you to drinks with the ladies. You’ll take me since I rode with this lug, but you know what I mean.”

“Oh, that sounds nice.” She could use a few drinks after the day she had. Three hearings and one failed mediation with a defiant abuser who’s made it his life’s mission to make his divorce as contentious as possible. Maybe she could get the club to put a little discreet pressure on him.

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