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“Damn, babe. I would love for you to stay right where you are for as long as you want, but I need to be inside you. Now.”

Trip rolled them over, dropped a long and loud kiss on her pussy and rose above her. He looked so primal there, his lips shining with her pleasure. God, she felt she could come again just looking at him.

Leaning over, he reached for the bedside table and cursed. “Shit, babe. Out of wraps. Guess it’s back to the pull-out method.”

There was something to be said for having him come on her stomach or ass. But feeling him come inside her, well nothing compared to that. But she didn’t want to risk an STD. Trip was certainly no angel, and hell, neither was she, but she was tested and cleared. Plus, she never even considered sex without a condom, except with the man between her thighs.

He was waiting for the go-ahead.

“Do you always use a condom?”

“Yep. Never been with anyone without one except you.” His words did something to her she couldn’t wrap her brain around. It was more intoxicating than those three words he spoke to her when they were younger.

She debated with herself for all of two seconds before deciding. JJ grabbed his hand and brought it under her arm, rubbing it against the skin. His questioning look when he felt the matchstick shape under her skin was priceless.

JJ waited for recognition to kick in, but it didn’t. She rolled her eyes. “It’s a birth control implant.” Still crickets. “It’s like the pill but I don’t have to remember to take it so it’s more effect—”

Her words cut off as Trip gripped her thighs and yanked her farther down the bed, so she wasn’t at an awkward angle and slammed into her before she’d even settled on the mattress.

“Hell yeah,” Trip said before he fused his mouth with hers. All thoughts fled as they shared their bodies. Trip was so intense it robbed everything from her while giving her so much too.

“Fuck, babe. I can’t last, not like this. I never could.” His words struck, and she expected to miss the old Cris, but she didn’t. Trip was Cris 2.0, and that was just fine with her.

Trip ground into her, coming in a never-ending string of curses and incoherent statements. The ones that set off her own orgasm were the ones about marking her from the inside out and his fucking pussy.

When the aftershocks died down, JJ’s stomach rumbled and Trip laughed. “Well, I better feed you, babe.” He rolled off and headed toward the bathroom. “Only fair since you fed me. Let me grab a shower first and you’re in for a treat.”

Once the sounds of the shower floated through the room, JJ rolled over and mildly screamed into the pillow.

She wanted this more than she wanted to breathe, but she couldn’t risk Trip or any of the Phantoms finding out. She’d met some on her photo shoot and they were a protective bunch to the extreme.

After stripping and remaking the bed, she threw on a long tee shirt and underwear and headed to the kitchen. She’d make him breakfast again. Take care of him as long as she could.

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