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Fuck, she was something else. I wanted her submission, but I hadn’t dreamed that she’d ever be this seductive and greedy for me in return.

I thrust into her until I was seated all the way to the hilt. My heart raced and my abs tensed. That was how much of a sucker punch it was when I was all the way in her warm channel.

Back and forth, I filled her. I pulled out slowly and forced myself to steady my drives back into her. It was a challenge to keep this lazy and tender, but as I stared into her eyes and thought I saw the love I felt for her reflecting back at me, I knew that this would just be the first of many times that we could perfect the art of making love.

Not fucking.

Not screwing around.

I wanted to make love to this woman for the rest of my life.

That realization dawned on me with such potency that I couldn’t hold back any longer.

On my next slow but harsh drive into her tight pussy, she cried out and clamped down on me. Feeling her gloving me so tight was the final thread. I growled, stiffening the muscles in my upper back as I came with her. My balls drew tight, and I thrust once more to flood her womb with my cum.

In joined bliss, we fell over the pinnacle we’d been rushing toward. Coming with her was so good, so perfect, that I couldn’t think straight. I could barely breathe fast enough from the strenuous effort of not letting the tension control me.

As I closed my eyes in relief, I sank against her. Her arms circled me, encouraging me to blanket her. And as I lay over her, feeling the aftershocks and lingering waves of her pussy milking me, I focused on the rapid beat of her heart under mine.

Beating together so fast.

As if we really were united as one.

25

SABRINA

Iwilled my heart to slow down. It banged in my chest as I came down from the high of making love with Nick—again.

My plan in coming over here was to hug him. To let him know that he didn’t have to be alone and mad and hurt like this all the time.

But now that we’d fallen together, I had to deal with the aftermath, this confusing need and longing that would kick in as soon as I left. I’d have to contend with that again and figure out how to keep myself from completely losing sight of what else mattered, like his connection to my nemesis.

The allure of being an intern for Lorsen & Spengler had already been fading, but the more I learned about the Lorsen family, the more I discovered about Nick’s personal drama and hardships, the less I wanted to be affiliated with the powerful legal family.

He leaned up and gazed at me intensely. His brow was furrowed again, and I knew he’d be expecting an answer for why I’d shown up after protesting that we couldn’t even be together at all.

“Why…”

I shook my head, pushing a little so he’d let me up. Of course, he’d doubled back now and pressed me into the sofa. Now that we’d caved so quickly to sex, the only thing that should be left is a conversation about why.

“Sabrina, why are you acting like this?”

I scoffed, pushing a little more until he shifted just enough that I could scoot up the couch and then ease off it completely. Being naked in front of him felt strange, or at least like this, it did. No one else was around, but this wasn’t exactly a private location. Anyone could walk in.

“Answer me.” He got up as I started to shove my clothes on. I couldn’t find my bra, but that hardly mattered. I shoved my tank top over my head as I hunted for my shorts.

“Sabrina,” he warned as he pulled his jeans back on. “Why did you show up like that and act like you…” He scowled as he stopped speaking. “What’s going on?”

“I need to go.” It was the only thing I could say. In the aftermath of such a tender bout of lovemaking, I couldn’t tell him what his mom had said. It felt like too personal of a breach of trust.

It wasn’t my place to meddle, right?

“Why are you…?” He grunted, getting up and tugging his shirt on. “Why are you pretending to care?”

“Pretending…” I choked on a sudden sob. Tears leaked from my eyes, and I hated that he’d reduced me to tears. Not because of his hurting me or taunting me like he had when we first “met”, but tears for him and how Ididcare. That the reason I came here was because I couldn’t stand his pain.

With blurry vision, I turned to sprint out of the studio. I had to get out of here. I had to run. I couldn’t face him and figure out how to stay strong in wanting to console him when it wasn’t right of me to have that information at all.

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