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“Jesus, Sky, you’re fucking killing me.”

I rested my chin on his chest, looking up at his red face. “You want me to stop?”

He growled, his brow cutting into a deep frown. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

With his eyes on me, I took his nipple into my mouth again, givingit a bite that had his hips ramming up into mine. A long swipe of my tongue soothed the sting, before I kissed a path up his chest. Over his collarbone. Kissing the scruff of his neck, he arched his head back to give me access to the tense cords of this throat. His breath gusted out of him as his restless hands swept over my body.

“You feel so damn good,” he groaned, and my pussy got slicker.

Cory was strong and powerful, he carried himself with the confidence of a man who knew his size, and exactly what his body was capable of. Seeing him rendered helpless to my touch was like a shot of arousal straight to my core. I savored his body as much as he did mine, and making him unravel was like a gift he gave me every time we touched.

“Are you ready?” I whispered into his ear, as I sat back, riding the ridge of his cock until it was soaked and slippery. He looked up at me, the muscles of his jaw working every time I hit the sensitive head. “Because I want to watch my husband come.”

Cory’s expression detonated, heat and possession and emotion rippling across his features and swirling in his eyes like he’d snapped some tether and nothing would ever be the same.

He grabbed my hips, grinding me against him one more time, before notching himself at my entrance and surging into me. He seated himself in to the base, the invasion stealing my breath.

“Fuck, Sky,” he hissed, freezing.

The sensation of fullness followed the initial stab of discomfort and I rocked back and forth to ease him in even farther. The walls of my pussy pulsed around every thick inch of him, fisting and releasing in time with our labored breaths.

“You’re too perfect,” he said through gritted teeth, pitching his head back, “I’m going to fucking come and you haven’t even moved.”

Sweat dripped from his temple, his gaze on the place where we joined as I slowly rose all the way off him. He grimaced. But then Islid him back home, just as slowly, and his eyes floated closed.

I rocked my hips, riding him as his fingers dug into the flesh of my thighs. He was like a spring coiled too tight, about to break. And I wanted to watch him go over.

“Let go, Cory,” I said, reaching back to claw my nails up the inside of his thighs as his expression folded with need. “Don’t hold back.

Another cord of tension snapped and Cory surged up, wrapping me in his arms before rolling us over. He thrust into me, his hips working, chasing his release.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered roughly.

“You’re never too much,” I told him, taking his face in my hands and kissing away his doubt.

He pumped into me harder, his hips hinging in a punishing rhythm, building a fire back inside me that took me by surprise. Every thrust landed so deep, our hips crashing together so perfectly. The flood of sensation overtook me, sending me craning off the bed, my fingers digging into his back.

“Cory...” I cried out, his cock still surging into me as my climax closed my pussy around him like a vice.

“Holy fuck,” he growled, driving harder and faster as he gripped the nape of my neck and held me to him, staring into my eyes as he froze in pained pleasure, my name a whisper on his lips before he groaned his release.

Cory gazed down at me, bewildered and spent. I felt his heart pounding into my chest, beating as furiously as my own. We were sticky, and sweaty, and slick. Tangled and messy in every way that mattered. Because now it all mattered. This was us. This was real.

CHAPTER 34

SKYLAR

News broke of our marriage a day later. Apparently wearing wedding bands in public at a press junket was a surefire way to subtly let the cat out of the bag. The flashes going off in our faces as we left for the airport the next day were less subtle.

Cory was cursing as he climbed into the taxi behind me, but I was too anxious about what was coming to be mad at a few photographers. “So I take it you didn’t call them this time?” It was my best attempt at a joke.

He gave me a long look, sagging back into the seat as we took off. “No.”

This was what he’d wanted, the news stories adding fuel to the fire of his rekindled stardom. But I could tell by the set of his jaw that he wasn’t happy.

“It’ll be better in Sacramento.” My parents were expecting us, but I told them not to pick us up, just in case. After the circus we’d just escaped, that seemed like a good call.

Cory swiped my hand from the seat and brought it to his lips. “I know. It’s fine. I just...” He let out a deep sigh. “It was nice when things were quieter.”

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