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His dick goes deeper and deeper, his heat penetrating me. He slams into me so hard. His body covers me as he presses kissesto the back of my neck. I turn to watch the way he holds my hips as he fucks me. I burn with need for him as he pounds me repeatedly. Sweat drips between my breasts as a whimper bursts from my lips.

“Louder. I want to know how much you want me. Scream my name.”

“Connor.”

“Louder.” He spanks me, and I cry out. “What do you want me to do?”

“Make me come,” I shout.

“That’s my girl.”

My forearm is flat on the bed as I continue to rub my clit. I’m gasping for breath as he pulls back and slams hard into me again. My orgasm smashes through my body, destroying all the barriers I’d built over the years. He penetrates me faster and harder until he bellows with his orgasm. His kisses cover my skin as he finally lets go.

He drops a kiss on my back and then disposes of the condom. We’re the kind of mess you only get into after the best sex of your life. He pulls me under his duvet, and his hands reach around me to hold me tight to him. Sex with emotion while sharing what you really want is terrifying, but the payoff is even more incredible than I’d believed.

His lips return to my neck. His fingertips caress my skin, playing with my clit as he holds me. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You’re my soft, filthy woman. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

CHAPTER 39

Connor

I openmy eyes and reach for Senna. Hazy memories from the middle of the night, spooning as I slowly thrust into her, my fingertips against her clit and nipples, seem more like dreams than reality. Her gasps and requests for more are whispers that refuse to leave me.

She’s not beside me. I jump out of bed, nearly face-planting on the floor. Maybe I was too demanding or pushed her too far with the spanking. It was our first time together, and I was possessed. All my fantasies came true in an instant, and I forgot to hold back.

I rush into the open-plan kitchen dining area and freeze. She’s winding her hair around her finger in a way she should save for when speaking to me. She sits on a bar stool at the kitchen counter. Her legs hang down beneath my hoodie, which barely covers her thighs. I remember the softness of her legs against my face, how I traced every muscle and made them flex with my facial hair.

She hangs up the phone. Did she do that because she didn’t want me to hear?

I turn to go, and she calls out my name. “Connor?” Her voice wavers.

My shoulders hunch. I don’t want to apologise for what was the best night of my life and what I hoped was the best night of hers.

Her footsteps tap against the floor as she comes closer, but I can’t move. I opened my heart last night.

She breathes kisses against my shoulders. I grit my teeth.

“Connor, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

I turn. She wears the same fear. Instincts control my moves, and I pull her close and wrap my arms around her.

“I’m sorry, Senna. When I woke and saw you’d gone and then found you on the phone…oh my God, I’m such a twat. I’ve never been jealous of anyone before, but with you, everything is different. I’m so sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s all me.”

I rock her, but she pushes me away. I wait for the Senna torrent of abuse I know so well, but instead, she stares at me and says, “I’m the same. When you were with Tawny at the bar, I thought you wanted her. When you asked about her joining the team, I nearly said no because I couldn’t cope being around the two of you as you flirted and?—”

My lips crash against hers, and she pushes me back. “Connor—wait. Are we in a relationship? How do I know what last night was for you? How do I know it wasn’t a blip?”

I press my lips to her scarred hand, brushing against the silver mark. I’m not used to the vulnerability that fills my words. “Because nothing about how I feel for you is a blip. We shouldn’t have fucked last night—” Senna steps back, but I grab her, pressing kisses to her wrists where her pulse is out of control. “We shouldn’t have fucked without talking. You’re my best mate’s sister and my boss. I should have checked if you were sure, discussed the consequences, or established if this was a one-off or a long-term thing for you.”

“What is it for you?”

I wrap her arms around my neck, and my hands slide under the hoodie to her bum. “I’m all in, Senna. I want to shout how much you’re it for me from the rooftops, but I don’t want people at work to treat you with less respect, which, in our industry, they will.”

“And I don’t want my brother to hate you. I know about your pact,” she says, referring to the pact Niki and I made as teenagers, which said I couldn’t date her.

“The pact is the thing of teenagers, and I don’t care about it. How about we don’t call it…” I trail off. I want to be with her, but her job is her life.

“A relationship? We don’t have to label it, but just date, exclusively and privately. We don’t even know if we can do the relationship thing. I’ve never been in one.”

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