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“Tagger, please.”

“Don’t worry, my good girl.” I place my cock at her entrance, then pin her wrists on either side of her head. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember this in every step you take for the next week. Is that what you want?”

“God, yes?—”

I thrust inside her. Her mouth opens, and her head pushes back. A breath is sucked in and then I lean forward to kiss her. I pull back out and thrust back in. The tightness, the embrace, the heaven, the hell, her wet pussy taking me, all of me as I chase my release to catch up.

Her eyes are closed, and her tongue running along the corner of her mouth keeps my rapt attention. When she starts fucking faster and begs me for harder, I oblige, giving her all of my fucking body and soul.

“Yes. Yes. God. Yes,” she moans as I dip to kiss her neck and lick across her mouth. She frees a hand to dig her nails into my back. “I’m coming.”

The first squeeze of my dick sends me into my own blissful abyss. I sink lower and lower, fuck harder and harder until I hit that one place that has her trembling under me and teases my release out of me.

“Fuck, yes. So good, babe.” I’m left a hollow shell of the man I was, my girl taking every part of me she could. I gave it freely. I’ll give her anything she could ever dream of.

I only lie on top of her for a few breaths as I catch them and then fall to my back on the bed. Throwing my arm out wide while she’s on the other side is paradise. I finally can breathe normally, so I look over at her next to me.

She’s smiling and rolls to face me. “I’m really liking New York.”

“Now that’s what I want to hear.”

CHAPTER 28

Christine

I’min Tagger Grange’s bed.

In New York City.

On a secret trip that only we know about.

Oh, how I wish I could text Lauralee. She’d be dying inside with me right now.

Would he kill me if I took a picture?

He’s just so freaking handsome, even sleeping. It would just be a little keepsake for me to have once I leave.

Although I could stare at him all day, as I have for the past approximately fifty-three minutes, my heart has become his in the short time we’ve been together. That can’t be captured in a photograph. So I don’t reach for my phone because it also might be interpreted as creepy. I don’t want to freak him out, especially since I once casually mentioned ways to murder him in his sleep.

I blink a few times, thinking I should probably get more rest. I sound absurd, even to myself. I close my eyes, but I already know it will be futile. Sleeping in isn’t typically something I get to do too often. My body is trained to wake before the roosters. I wonder if there are any roosters in this city. Hidden in a penthouse somewhere or a pied-à-terre in Brooklyn? What is a pied-à-terre anyway? I heard it onHouse Huntersrecently, and it’s been lodged in my brain ever since.

Do they make rooster clocks? I bet Tagger would like one. It would remind him of home and maybe even of me. Yeah, I can’t sleep with my thoughts bouncing off the walls of my brain.

It’s been nice to stare at him, but I need something to occupy my brain.

Very slowly, I reach over to the nightstand and grab the remote. Praying the volume isn’t going to blast the room, I click it on, ready to watch a cooking show. Or a murder documentary because duh. Whatever will tickle my fancy this morning. I can do as I please. I’m on vacation, after all. In Tagger’s perfect-fit-for-me-and-him bed.

I stare at the TV, but the screen is still solid black. And then the blinds start sliding up the windows . . .Crap!I sit straight up, aiming the remote at the three windows and punching buttons, desperate to make them stop and, even better, close.

The remote is swiped from my hand. Tagger pushes one button, and the blinds begin lowering to the sill again.

Blinding light is a terrible way to wake up when you’re not ready. I feel awful. “I’m sorry,” I say just barely above a whisper.

“It’s okay.” Grabbing me by the middle, he pulls me into his arms. “I’m just not ready to get out of bed yet. Not when I have you here with me.” He kisses my head. His patience and sweet words, and the way he makes me feel like his queen make me fall even more for him. Though I’m already head over heels for the man.

I snuggle in with him spooning me from behind and close my eyes. That’s when I realize there’s no rush to hide and no sneaking around when we’re here. It’s a short trip, but we can spend the time however we want. Right now, his arms are a good place to start.

He kisses the back of my bare shoulder. “This feels right. You feel right, babe.”

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