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So full. So complete. I rocked down on him, and we found our rhythm. I could feel his restraint slowly fading as he matched me thrust for thrust.

“You were made for me, Dotty. Look at how well you take my cock,” he groaned.

My hand found the back of his head, pushing him intomy chest. He took my nipple into his mouth, sucking for a moment before letting go and meeting my eyes.

“That’s it, baby,” he said as I lowered back down on him.

He hooked his arms around me, so his hands rested on my shoulders. He pressed down, filling me even further as the last of his restraint finally snapped.

“I need you to come for me, baby. Let me feel you come on my cock.” He brought his hand down, circling my clit and then pinching the nerve.

And so I came. Again.

He let out a moan so sexy that I wanted to imprint it into my brain. Grabbing my face, he pulled me down so our bodies were flush again.

“You are so damn beautiful.” He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his entire body against mine as he kissed me. The warmth and intensity of his embrace made my heart soar.

And I was so screwed.

So entirely, utterly fucking screwed.

Because I was in love with Trenton Akers.

TWENTY-EIGHT

Trent

US. (FEAT. TAYLOR SWIFT) - GRACIE ABRAMS

The light seepedthrough the curtains as Dotty’s warm body stirred next to me. Her back was pressed against my chest, and I couldn’t resist pulling her hips closer. I inhaled the scent of her neck, groaning at how perfect she was.

She let out a soft mewl and turned to look at me. “Good morning,” she said, her voice still husky from sleep and the lack of it, considering we were up half the night.

I kissed her in response, needing her closer. The taste of her lips drove me mad but still made me groan as she pulled away.

“I really hate that I’m about to say this, but we probably should talk,” she said.

“We should,” I agreed, winking at her. “But first, let me make you breakfast.”

I went to jump out of bed, but she pulled me back down. “No. Talk first, then breakfast. Otherwise, I won’t ever want to talk about this and will let it go for another ten years. Then, I will hate you again, and I really don’t want to hate you again, especially after knowing how hardyou make me come.” Her words came out faster than I could keep up with, and I chuckled in response.

“Okay, let’s hear it.” I braced myself.

Clearing her throat, she sat up in bed. My heart pounded in my ears as my anxiety spiked.

“I like this,” she said, pointing between us. My body relaxed a fraction. She looked down at her hands resting in her lap. “But… I’m scared, and I’m going back to Seattle soon. I don’t know what this means.” Her hand went to her necklace, twisting the charm between her fingers. “But I’m not saying I don’t want this. I just need a second to figure out the next step. Please.”

Her expression softened, and I propped myself up on my elbow, reaching out to cup her cheek. She let the weight of her head fall into my hand, her warmth seeping into my bones.

“Whatever you need, Dotty. But I need you to know I’m in this,” I admitted.

She buried her face in her hands and sighed. “Let’s keep it between us for the moment?”

Replacing her hands with mine, I kissed her again. Her lips were still swollen from last night, which made me smile as I kissed her.

I pulled her closer, whispered, “Okay. Let’s go make some breakfast, and we can talk about the plans for Thanksgiving.”

A few days passed, and Dotty and I spent it living in our own little world. Whenever we were alone, I couldn’t keep my hands off her.

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