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I cupped his stubbled jaw. “Apparently, I really like rough.”

He gave me a lopsided smile.

“I thought I lost you today,” I whispered.

His smile flattened. He slid a hand into my hair. “I’m okay, beautiful. I think I just proved that.” His other hand smoothedover my shoulder, then cupped my breast. My nipple pebbled. “Maybe you need more convincing?”

My pulse went crazy. “Maybe I do.” I pulled his head down to mine.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Jameson

“Get there, Greer.”

Gripping her hips, I plunged into her from behind. She let out a husky cry. Damn, I loved the sounds she made when I was fucking her.

With a moan, she gripped the vanity in her bathroom, pushing back against me.

“I want to feel you come on my cock, beautiful.”

“Jameson.” She slid a hand between her thighs.

“That’s it, touch your clit.”

“Yes. I can feel where you’re stretching me.”

I groaned, my muscles tightening. “I’m going to come soon, but you first.” I wrapped one arm under her and across her middle, holding her in place. I drove into her and then buried my face in her neck. Breathing in the scent of her, I absorbed the feeling of being joined to her.

On my next thrust, her pussy clamped down. She cried out my name and that triggered my own orgasm.

I looked up and our gazes locked in the mirror. Her lips parted and she stared back.

That connection rocked through me. She was made for me, and me for her. I pulled out of her, and gripped my cock and spurted over her ass and lower back. “Fuck, Greer. All mine.”

She looked over her shoulder, flushed and smiling. “Did you just mark me?”

“Yeah.” I leaned forward and kissed her, nibbling at her lips.

“I need to shower again now,” she murmured. “That’s not a complaint. Not after the best, hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

Warmth filled my gut. “I’m not sorry.” I pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder blade. “I’ll make us breakfast while you clean up.”

Back in her quarters, I pulled on a T-shirt and cargo pants. Reality would come storming back in soon. Right now, I didn’t want to think about damn monsters. I wanted to enjoy these last few minutes where it was just the two of us.

I moved over to the food printer, programmed it for eggs, and stilled. This wouldn’t be our last time together. We’d have hundreds of mornings together, thousands of nights, countless times where I’d slide inside her and make her cry out my name.

I was claiming Greer Baird as mine.

Rightness spread through me.

Me and Greer.

Yes, I’d have to face her parents, but there would be no messy break up because she was mine. I wanted her, not for just a few months. Forever.

I sucked in a breath. We’d never have long conversations about differential equations or thermodynamics—I shuddered at the thought—but I’d make her happy. I’d make it so she never, ever regretted being mine.

The printer dinged. The eggs were ready.

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