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“You know it’s what I want,” she says, fingers threading through my hair. “It’sallI want.”

“Do you want me to use a condom?”

“I’m on the pill,” she says, reaching between us for my cock and guiding me to her entrance. “Clean if you are?”

“You think I’ve been fucking other women, Avery?” I ask in a near growl, locking eye contact. “Because there’s been no one but you since we moved here. No sex. No women. No dates.”

“No sex?” she asks, that mischievous grin tempting me to kiss it.

“Unless you count me jerking myself off while Ithoughtabout fucking you.”

“You—”

“It’s only beenyou, Avery. I’ll say it as many times as I need to until you believe it.” I lower my mouth to hers, kissing her softly and thoroughly as I slowly slide my cock into her sopping wet entrance. She snakes her fingers up my neck and threads them through my hair, and the kiss deepens as does the plunge into her depths.

This feels like home.

Home.

Avery wraps her legs around my lower back, and I sink in deeper. Slow, controlled strokes gradually pick up the pace until the headboard’s banging against the wall. I drive my cock home, over and over.

“Micah!” Avery cries out against my eager lips.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” I insist, guiding a hand between us to her swollen button.

“You too,” she says with ragged breath.

Seconds after Avery cries out in an octave I’ve never heard from her, I feel her pussy convulse around my cock, and I explode inside her. I pull her tight against me as I bury myself as deeply inside her as I can. But it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough when it comes to Avery Flanders. I’ll always want more.

Cock still buried inside her pussy, I brush a hand across her cheek until she looks into my eyes.Thiswould the perfect moment to tell her I love her. The words are desperate to be spoken, but I hold back. Avery is like a wild animal I’ve only just convinced to trust me. If I confess something of that magnitude too soon, she might panic and flee. So, instead, I say, “I’ve been dreaming about this for alongtime.”

“And?” she asks, a sated smile spread across her lips.

“And it’s ten times better than I thought itcouldbe.”

“Only ten times?”

“My imagination doesn’t suckthatbadly.” We both laugh, and I finally roll onto my back and tug Avery into my side. Her cheek rests against my cheek.

This is a moment I could get used to—forever.

11

AVERY

I’min love with Micah Erikson.

I think in some ways, deep down, I always knew it. He’s been my constant. My rock. My best friend.

Maybe it really is possible for two friends of the opposite sex to fall in love and live happily ever after. Sure, we don’t agree oneverything. He’s annoying me by not letting me see the second floor and he dropped another hint about Henry before he got in the shower this morning. But I redirected the conversation when I followed him in and immediately grabbed his cock.

“We’ll be okay,” I say to myself, sipping on a white chocolate mocha fromEspresso of Love. Coffee has been a lifesaver today during my two photoshoots, considering I didn’t get much sleep last night.

I park in the driveway, next to Micah’s truck, and grin like a fool.

Yep. I’m totally in love.

Why did I wait so long?

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