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A rush of heat surged as I felt my body unravel, tightening before it exploded.

“Adrian!” I gasped, my voice shaking. “I’m coming!”

The orgasm tore through me, leaving me shaking, dizzy and overwhelmed.

Before I could recover, he tackled me onto the mattress, pinning my shoulders down.

His grin was wicked, triumphant.

A nervous giggle escaped me, my pulse still racing.

“That was amazing,” I exhaled, chest heaving as I fought to steady myself.

I’d gotten exactly what I wanted.

Took from him like he took from me.

A quick glance at the clock.

7:55 p.m.

Time’s up, motherfucker.

Chapter Six

Ilay on my back, spent, heart still pounding. The minutes were ticking down.

At the foot of the bed, Adrian stood—cock still hard, hunger simmering in his eyes.

Waiting.

Watching.

He tilted his head slightly. “You okay? You look a little… disoriented.”

I blinked, forcing my breath to slow. Right. Act like someone who just needs a few minutes to recover.

His brow furrowed, gaze flickering to the clock, back to my face. Then to the clock again.

My stomach twisted.

Shit. He noticed.

His lips pressed into a thin line. “Got somewhere to be?”

A slow, deliberate question.

My heart thumped against my ribs. Think fast.

I forced a casual shrug. “Just kinda hungry. Haven’t eaten dinner yet, you know.”

He paused a beat, studying me.

Then he scoffed, shaking his head.

“I’ll get you a snack.” His voice was firm, unwavering. We’re not done here.”

I let out a mild laugh, masking my relief.

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