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I lean back to look at him. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his eyes half-lidded.

“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” he says, but his hands don’t release their grip.

I smile, slow and wicked. “Then make me stop.”

He doesn’t.

Instead, he tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly like he’s figured something out. “You like this, don’t you?”

My eyes flicker over his perfect face, but I don’t answer. I don’t need to. But since we’re discovering shit about each other, I put a hand on his cheek and say, “You like that I admire you.”

He licks me off his lips. “Yeah.” His hands slide higher, bunching my dress around my waist. “I do.”

I lean back in, brushing his lips with mine. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re unmatched.” I trail my fingers up his neck, then graze the top of his head, riding the waves. “You’re brilliant.” I press a kiss to his temple. “Powerful.” Another to his jaw. “You’re a fucking visionary.”

His head tilts back as he surrenders to my praise.

I love you.

That’s all I hear in my head, but what I say is, “I want you. Right here.”

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I stare at it, warm all over, wet below, heart racing.

This man. My God.

I reach between us as he lifts my hips, positioning me right where he wants me. I pull him out, sinking down immediately, and we release twin sighs of relief. His lips trail down my neck, my collarbone, the tops of my breasts. I brace myself on his shoulders and start the ride, shuddering from the pleasure.

This issublime.

Caution is key here. Ace has the kind of dick that makes you lose your wherewithal. I could very well slip into delirium and admit to something that’ll work against me. I have to keep my wits about me.

But it’s sogood.

I’m losing control. We both are. I ride him faster, trying to snatch some power back, but it’s not working. My body is leading me. I can’t stop. I can’t adjust.

“Oh my God…” I moan. “Ace…”

“Yeah.” He’s right there with me, pistoning his hips, keeping my pace. “What the fuck. So fuckin’ wet…Jesus…”

The windows are beginning to fog. I stare helplessly out the back, barely registering the sunset, the way it’s taking a final bow, leaving the sky bruised with blue and purple. I can’t even enjoy it. I’m out of my mind.

I don’t wanna cum, but my body isn’t giving me a choice. I squeeze my walls in protest, but that just makes Ace groan louder, which makes my pussy wetter, which makes it feel even more deliciously pleasurable, which means I’mdone.

I shatter with a loud moan, trembling in his arms. He’s right behind me, and I can’t lie—I love this. There’s something meaningful about cumming at the same time, something poetic, something deep. It’s exquisite.

And I think I’ve learned another lesson today.

Maybe losing control doesn’t have to feel like death.

18

Ace

The condo is perfect.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the moonlit ocean. The sound of the waves rolling onto the shore fills the space. Salt fills the air. It feels like we’re farther away from home than we are. We may as well be in another world.

Raya drops her bag by the door, stretching her arms over her head. Her dress rides up just enough to show off the soft curve of her thighs, and it doesn’t matter that I was between them just a couple of hours ago. I want another trip to the promised land.

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