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When she was laying splayed out and naked on the mattress, he ditched the rest of his clothes and reached for a condom. He laid it on the bed next to them and cupped her pussy in his thick palm. She was already wet.

His intention was to work her into a frenzy and slide into her, but she reached down and pulled his hand away.

“Please,” she begged. “I need you too. I’m ready. Please, Memphis, I just want you inside me.”

He cupped her again and gave her one stroke from entrance to clitoris before picking up the condom.

Once he was sheathed, he settled his cock at her opening and pushed forward. She accepted him with ease, her cunt gripping him like a glove.

He let out a groan. “Agh, baby. You feel perfect,” he murmured as he settled into a rhythm.

She slid her hand between their bodies and found her clit and began rubbing in small circles.

“I love you,” she whimpered as she worked herself to the peak of pleasure.

“Don’t come, Ace. Not until I say. And I love you too,” Memphis said between thrusts.

He fucked her fast and hard, and she fingered her swollen button until they were both on the brink.

“God, Memphis, please,” she cried as her finger slowed to a halt between them.

“Keep rubbing that clit, little girl. I didn’t tell you to stop,” he bit out, doing his best to hold back just a little longer.

She whimpered again, but her finger resumed the furious circles against her clit.

“Please,” she begged again. “It’s too much.”

“Go,” he ordered as he felt himself teetering on the edge.

Together they fell, their orgasms mixing along with their moans of pleasure.

“Jesus, Rylee,” he said as he eased out of her and laid on the bed beside her. “I can’t believe I get to experience that with you forever.”

She hummed and curled into him as she shuddered from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

“Forever might not last that long if you keep fucking me like that,” she murmured against his chest. “You’re gonna kill me.”

He let out a chuckle. “It would be a pleasurable way to go, though.”

Giggling, she smacked him, and he pressed a kiss to her crown. Across the room, his phone rang from his jacket pocket and he groaned. It was probably Jeremy, his lawyer.

“I’m sorry, baby. I really have to answer that.”

She sat up slowly as he eased away from her and sprinted for the phone.

“What?” he barked into the phone.

“Andrew is out on bail and asking to meet with you,” Jeremy said.

“Jesus, that was fast. I can meet him at the Sapphire in forty-five minutes.”

“Not at the villa?”

“No,” Memphis said. He didn’t say it out loud, but he didn’t want his former best friend in the space he’d created with Rylee. It was theirs and Andrew wouldn’t tarnish it with his presence. Not after what he’d done.

“Whatever you say, Memphis. Where at the Sapphire?”

“I’ll call Hunter and see if he’ll loan me a conference room or an office. I’ll text you.”

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