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When she did, the intoxicating scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. After the little taste he had, it made his mouth waterand tempted him to throw her legs over his shoulders so he could eat her until she came once more.

Instead, he dropped her weight and impaled her on his cock, planting himself so deep, it was impossible to go any farther. He had to pause and breathe through his urge to ram up into her relentlessly. He’d waited for this moment for such a long time, he never thought he’d get the chance.

But here they were. Finally.

Collecting himself, he gritted his teeth and called on his willpower so he wouldn’t blow this whole thing.

It was time to get busy.

Using his tight hold on her ass, he lifted and lowered her over and over. With how deeply his fingertips were digging into her ass cheeks, it had to be uncomfortable. But unless he heard her say “pineapple,” he was continuing.

Wrapping her fingers around the leather strap binding her, it alleviated some of her weight and helped her ride his cock. He swore her hips rolled so smoothly, her joints had to be made with ball-bearings.

Christ, it had been a long time since he fucked anyone without a condom. He could feeleverything. Every tiny pulse. Every twitch. The way her pussy clamped tightly around him. The way her wet heat hugged him, and her juices rolled down his cock and coated his balls.

He needed to concentrate on something else or he worried he’d come too quickly. He didn’t know if there would be a repeat of today, so he didn’t want it to end too soon.

He also wanted to make sure she came again. Since hedidwant a repeat, he needed to prove he could satisfy her and not only himself.

For a distraction, he locked lips with her again. He needed to concentrate on the kiss and not her pussy milking his cock.

It was almost impossible.

He had no idea what Heaven was like, but this had to be damn close.

He missed this for the last seventeen years.

This.

Her.

His mind drifted to a “what if” that haunted him.

If he never left, she would’ve belonged to him and no one else. She would’ve been his alone. He had never wanted to share her and that was why it was difficult to think of her with Hart.

And now with Ford.

While he wanted to think he fucked up by leaving, the truth was, he hadn’t. He would have suppressed his true inner self and that might’ve led to depression.

Even hating himself.

Possibly hating others.

Staying might have doomed the two of them, anyway. So, while leaving felt like a mistake, it was the right thing to do. Today proved it had been best for both of them.

But,damn, he could still grieve the loss of that time.

Once he was done doing that, he needed to get the hell over it and stop being an asshole about it. Stop obsessing on what could’ve been and look at what could be.

What happened the other day with Ford and what was happening today with Erin could be his future.

If he wanted it.

The offer was there. He only had to accept.

The unbearable pressure building inside him pulled him from his thoughts. He needed to dig deep to find that desperately needed control. The way she bucked against him, along with the sounds slipping from between her lips, he knew she had to be on the brink.

Or he hoped so, since he certainly was.

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