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I moan at his filthy words and struggle against the blanket he’s got me wrapped up in. “Please,” I whisper, not trusting my voice to remain even with the lust that washes through me.

In seconds, the blanket is unwrapped, and my back is pressed to the cool silk sheets with Emmett hovering over me.

“I’m desperate to taste you, but I can’t wait. I need to be inside you too fucking badly.”

“Yes,” I gasp as he drags his cock through my folds, tapping it against my throbbing clit.

“Your pussy is so fucking pink and puffy, baby. That vibrator really did a number on you.” His eyes lock on where his cock rests against me, and I lift my head to follow his line of sight.

“Emmett,” I moan. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command, Sweet Temptress.” He lifts his hips and seats himself at my entrance.

“Condom?” I whisper.

“We’re both clean, baby. I checked the records earlier, and you’re on the pill, are you not?”

I nod, unsure how he could possibly know that, but before I have the chance to ask, he sinks into me in one thrust, tearing the breath straight from my lungs and making me forget what my question even was.

He holds himself to the hilt for long seconds, and I realize I’m holding my breath as he stretches me to my limit. “Fuck, Waverly,” he murmurs against my shoulder. He presses kisses along every piece of skin he can reach. “You feel like heaven.”

“I need you to move.” I shift my hips. “Please, Sir. Please move.” I need more. I need everything he has to offer as his cock overwhelms me.

“You got it, baby,” he whispers as he pushes himself up onto his heels and lifts both my legs to his shoulder, allowing him to sink deeper.

A cry escapes my throat as he thrusts in short strokes, his cock pressing against my G-spot while his pelvis hits my clit so perfectly, I’m already about to fly off the edge into another orgasm. Except this one I’m certain will ruin me.

“I’m not going to last, Waverly. Your pussy feels too fucking good pulsing around me I can barely see straight.” He drops one of his hands from around my thighs and circles my clit with enough pressure to drive me wild. “I need you to come, baby. I need to feel you milking my cock.”

I nod, unable to form a single word, let alone a sentence, as his deep strokes stoke the flames in my core. “So close.”

“I know, baby. I can feel you pulsing around me,” he groans, his grip on my legs tightening as he thickens inside me. “Come for me, Waverly. Come all over my cock.”

And as if his words are all I needed to drag me over the edge, I tumble into an orgasm unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my lifeand effectively ruins me for every single man that will come after him.

The scream that tears from my throat is so rough that I’m almost certain I won’t have a voice in the morning, and my entire body is overwhelmed with pleasure.

Tears fall against my cheeks as he fills me with thick ropes of cum, marking me as his, even if it’s just for the night. Emmett’s moans mingle with mine until it’s a symphony of pleasure in this private room in the middle of a sex club.

I’ve never allowed a guy to come inside me because I was terrified of getting pregnant, but fuck, have I been missing out. There’s something about his cock pulsing inside me that takes my breath away.

But this can’t happen again.

Emmett is a complication I can’t afford to entertain, and even if he wasn’t, I’m hardly the kind of woman a priest would want any kind of lasting relationship with.

When I walk out of here tonight, it will be without any hope of a repeat performance.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

KADE

This isn’t the first time I’ve been inside her apartment.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

I spend about as much time in here as I do my own apartment, because this is as close as I’d ever allowed myself to Waverly until recently.

But tonight feels different.

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