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Her pleased shiver raises goosebumps under my clothes. And this is so much, so intense, but it’s right too—the best thing I’ve ever felt in my whole damn life.

I’m not like those idiot Hattworths. I know a great thing when I see it.

And what the two of us have here? It’s more than great. It’s… destiny, or some shit. Never believed in that stuff before, but I’m converted now.

“What if I’m a terrible roommate, though? What if I leave the cap off the toothpaste? What if I leave damp towels on the floor?” She’s teasing, gripping my cock again and stroking it. As if it needs bringing back to life—I’m so hard my teeth ache.

And she’s not just aroommate,but I’ll let that slide. For now.

I shrug. “Then I guess I’ll have to redden your pretty ass. See if it blushes up like the rest of you.”

Lenore’s laugh is throaty, and she shifts up onto her knees. Lines me up with her center, and holy hell, the heat coming off of her. The slickness. The draw.

Everything in me screams to thrust up, to spear her in one go and claim her forever, and it’s only my last few brain cells that keep my ass glued to the sofa. Sweat breaks out on my spine from the effort of staying put.

I will not rush this. Will never hurt her.

“Note to self,” she says, working the first inch inside. “Leave my towel on the floor every day.”

If that means I can put her over my knee and work her into a moaning puddle? Sure. Sign me up.

“This is nuts,” I can’t help saying as Lenore sinks down on me, inch by agonizing inch. It takes all her concentration, all her effort, her hips screwing down on me as she works herself open. My hands grip her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and I can feel my pulse thudding inside her. “The way I feel about you? It’s nuts.”

“Likewise.” She pauses and tips her head back, catching her breath. Then hums and sinks the last few inches with a breathy sigh, already slicker by the minute.

And… I’m in.

Lenore scrunches her eyes shut and wriggles her ass against my lap, like she wants to feel me press against every corner in there. Like she’s testing the newfound limits of her body. “I guess as long as we’re both feeling like this, it’s okay?”

Is that a shred of doubt in her husky voice? Hell no.

“It’s more than okay.” Unbidden, my hands start to rock her, rolling her back and forth over my lap. Her broken moan is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, because yeah, first times might be uncomfortable sometimes, but you’d better believehersis gonna make her toes curl. “It’s a goddamn miracle, baby. Us feeling like this? Finding each other? We must have been stupid good in another life.”

She’s smiling again, eyes still closed, pretty chest heaving. Her arms loop around my neck and she’s so pliable, so trusting, letting me use her like a pretty little doll.

Leaning forward, I latch onto the spot where her shoulder meets her neck, sucking hard. My heartbeat’s booming in my ears, blood roaring through my veins, and every nerve ending in my body is pinging.

“Try bouncing. Try grinding. See what feels good, baby, then take what you need. Ride your man.”

Lenore gives another blissful sigh—like I’m reciting poetry—then her ass starts bouncing in my lap. Then grinding. Then screwing in little circles. Those soulful brown eyes flutter open and she watches me; stares into my eyes like she’s being doing since the very first day we laid eyes on each other, as she rides my shaft like a champ.

Her channel squeezes me, grips me, milks me in the sweetest torture.

I grit my teeth and hold off the wave building inside me with all my might.

“So beautiful,” I rasp. “Fuck, Lenore. I’m yours. Don’t ruin me, baby. Don’t throw me away after this, ‘cause I won’t survive it.”

“Never,” she promises, insides clamping down on me like her body’s agreeing too. “This is it for us, Gabe Dempsey. You’remine.”

And Lenore comes with my thumb on her clit and my fist in her hair. With her nipples brushing against my half-open work shirt, the fabric clouded with dust, my belt buckle clinking with every single roll of her hips.

I’m not the man her family wanted for her. But then, they didn’t know her. At all.

And I’m the man who thrusts deep inside her andclaimsher, spurt after endless spurt.

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Five years later

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