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She trembles beneath me as I up my pace, her pussy fluttering around my cock in the most delicious way.

I snap my gaze to hers again, squeezing her throat gently as I make sure every pump has me hitting her clit at the same time.

“Owen,” she sighs my name, her grip tightening in my hair as her pussy clenches around my cock. “I’m coming.”

Her words, the feel of her body tightening around me, the way she says my name, it sends me flying right over the edge with her. I pump into her harder and faster, my release barreling down my spine as she cries out with her own.

Black covers my vision for a few seconds as I’m swept away, but I come back with a sharp breath, shifting my hand from her neck to the bed to hold myself up above her so I don’t crush her.

She goes soft and pliant beneath me, her breaths matching mine as we come down.

I kiss her, slow and lazy before I gently pull out and get cleaned up, returning to the bed to find her still naked and exactly where I left her.

I smile at her, climbing under the covers and tucking her against my side again.

“I don’t think I can move,” she says, her voice relaxed.

“Good,” I say, chest filling with pride. “Just wait until I have you in the morning.”

CHAPTER 10

Zoe

The early morning light wakes me before my alarm, and as I stretch awake, I realize I’m completely andtotallynaked.

Last night comes crashing back down around me, my skin flushing at the memories of Owen’s lips on my skin, his hands on my body, the way he took care of me in ways no one ever has before.

I glance to my left, where he’s sleeping soundly. His shirt is off too, and from the look of the sheet just barely covering his hips, he never put his boxer-briefs back on. I swallow hard, desire flooding my veins.

His tatted skin is stretched tight over corded muscle, the intricate designs a mixture of abstract and obscure art that connects in a fluid piece that’s so fitting for him. It’s dangerous and intriguing and powerful.

I slide out of bed as gently as I can, not wanting to wake him before I tiptoe to my bathroom. I take care of my needs and then start the shower, knowing I need a good scalding to wake my mind up for the day.

Stepping under the hot water, I sigh, my muscles loosening under the stream. I wash my hair, my mind whirling with memories of last night.

How intense it’d been between us, how exciting. Even now, just thinking about it, I get a thrill straight down my spine.

That night on the roof a few months ago had been wild and fantastical, but last night? It felt…right.

Amazing and exhilarating and just plainright.

I’ve never felt as safe as I do with Owen, and I know that has a ton to do with the simple yet impactful relationship we’ve built over text in the months after the rooftop extravaganza.

And now…what?

My father hired him to protect me.

My heart attached to him months ago.

And the more time I spend with him, the more Ilikehim.

But he’s said it before—he doesn’t do relationships because of the spontaneity of his contract work. He could be called off on an assignment for six months at a time, just like the one he’s on with me. I understand his reasoning for keeping things casual, a serious relationship would be hard to maintain under those circumstances.

Hard, but not impossible.

What am I thinking, though? One night with him and I want to make him myboyfriend?

Yes…yes, that’s exactly what I want.

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