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She inclined her head toward him, her hair spilling all around them. Her lips were parted on panting breaths, a soft whine in her throat as he slowly fed more of his brutally thick erection into her. She was breathtakingly beautiful always, but impossibly more so when she was taking his cock. Her hedonistic pleasure in his possession was as necessary as the feel of her squeezing him in greedy pulses.

Her hips began to move in tiny circles, screwing him deeper into her, massaging his ferociously stiff length.

He held her aloft, his legs trembling against his self-restraint. “Ireland… you’re going to make me come before I’ve given you all of my cock.”

“Hurry!” she demanded, fighting his grip. “You’re going too slow.”

He nipped her full lower lip, then soothed the sting with his tongue. “Let me savor you,cher. You’re always in a rush.”

She caught his face in her hands, her eyes wild. “Start fucking, Ronan.Now!”

The ferocity of her lust was incendiary fuel for his desire. Snarling, he pinned her to the wall with a powering drive of his hips, burying his cock in her to the root. She screamed her pleasure, the sound reverberating in the small space and spurring him past any hope of control. He fucked her hard and furiously, driving deep and dragging back out again, her pussy gripping his dick so tightly he had to work back inside her with heavy thrusts.

She fucked him back with strength and passion, clinging to his shoulders as she tightened and released her powerful thighs, lifting and lowering in rhythm with his surges.

“Dieu, I can’t live without this,” he moaned, already so close to coming. His hips pounded against hers, his whole body electrified by the sizzling ecstasy radiating from the place where they were joined. His cock was ruthless in its hunger for the feelof her, plunging and withdrawing until he was fucking her in near-mindless euphoria.

“I’m going to come,” she gasped, her body tightening and trembling. He adjusted the angle of her hips to stroke her pussy high and hard, driving the pleasure into her, knowing how phenomenal it felt to be deep inside her when she came. She sobbed and tensed, then fell into orgasm with a keening cry, her decadent cunt pulling on his cock in tremulous ripples.

His heavy sac drew up tight, his impending climax barreling through him like a freight train. He held it back by will alone, his back teeth grinding as he extended her release as long as possible, giving her pussy the entire length of his impossibly hard erection to clench down on.

Only when she went limp in his arms did he let go, feeling the orgasm surge from the base of his penis and up to spew hot and thick from the broad tip. Throwing his head back, he roared, spilling endlessly. His hips pinning hers to the wall, holding himself at the deepest point as he filled her to overflowing. The climax was relentless, his cock jerking with every hot pulse of semen until his vision dimmed, his jaw ached, and his legs grew weak.

With a grunt of dismay, Ronan felt his muscles give out, and they slid together to the floor. On his knees, he kept a desperate grip on her hips, unwilling to slip from deep inside her cum-filled pussy. Right here, now, she couldn’t be more his.

And he couldn’t be more hers. Did she know that? As he cuddled her close, their bodies wet with sweat and cum, he marveled that their connection could be both filthy and sweet, tender and merciless. She’d proven so adroitly that she could be everything to him.

Her lips moved over his face, tracing his jaw, the bridge of his nose, the arch of his brows. “We really have to stop meeting like this.”

There was a teasing note in her husky voice, but her words sparked panic and frustration, nevertheless. It was intolerable that she could even jest about not having this when he couldn’t seem to go even a few hours without it.

Somehow, he gathered the strength to move from kneeling to standing, relying on her strength to keep them joined.

With one arm slung beneath the firm cheeks of her ass and one hand gripping the waistband of his jeans so they didn’t slide down, he managed to get them inside. Reaching over his shoulder, she shut the door behind them.

The moonlight was brighter in the condo, affording him the light to see her fully. It seemed impossible for a woman like Ireland Vidal to let him have her like this. He wasn’t worthy of her, which he proved by being with her now.

“Do you ever think about what we’d have if Vidal Records weren’t a factor?” he asked, longing for everything instead of the bits and pieces he was getting. How wonderful it would’ve been to go home together from Valentin’s, to make love without urgency and to wake her with more unhurried lovemaking before their lazy picnic in the park.

Regret darkened her lovely eyes. “All the time.”

Nodding, he offered her his mouth, and she took it with a soul-searing kiss. Even as his blood quickened again, Ronan knew this wasn’t sustainable. Something had to give.

She was right about his culpability. He’d had the experience to recognize that she was different and that his reaction to her was unique and powerful. If he’d walked away from her that first night at Jazzie’s, maybe they wouldn’t be here now. That she hadn’t walked away, either, did not absolve him. He’d known who she was and what he was doing to her family.

He had to be the one to make the break, whatever it cost him.

“He came over again.” Ireland covered her face with her hand, embarrassed to admit her helpless fascination with the man who’d pitted himself against her family.

“Girl.” Alina’s voice held more than a note of surprise. And censure.

Dropping her hand, Ireland looked at her best friend on her phone screen. Sitting at her desk in the Vidal offices, she was torn between the lingering elation of a morning spent cuddled up with a gorgeously naked and blissfully sated Ronan Boudreaux and the reality of the situation at work. “I’m a terrible person.”

Alina sighed. “No, you’re not. You’ve just finally found the man who can get to you. Unfortunately, your picker is still broken.”

“Right? I’ve got to get over him.”

“Or at least out from under him.” Alina grinned.

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