Page 172 of When Hearts Remember

“You look so sexy like this. On edge, your cunt strangling me.” He grips my waist and starts pounding me from below. “Don’t fight it. You want to come because there’s a very naughty girl hiding inside you. Let it out, baby. Show the world what a slut you are for me.”

He slams into me at breakneck speed, and every muscle inside me tightens, the knot of pleasure a white-hot supernova, shrinking, shrinking, distilling into its most intense state.

“Come, Nova.” He pinches my clit, and I explode.

“Ethan,” I scream.

My body shudders as pleasure overtakes me. Wetness streams out of me and my vision goes black, every nerve ending overloaded. My ears ring as I grip his thighs, hanging on for dear life.

He ruts into me—once, twice, three times—before slamming his lips on mine, swallowing our sounds of release.

His cock pulses, and he growls my name, unloading his cum inside me, each spurt extending my orgasm.

I’m one with him—not knowing where I begin and where he ends. Judging from the way his mouth feasts on mine, the way he bands me to him, the harsh thundering of his heartbeats pressing against my chest, I know he feels the same way.

“I love you, Lexy. So fucking much,” he whispers between fevered kisses. “I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t wake up.”

As my body slowly comes down from the high, the music inside the club finally reaching my ears again, I brush the damp hair clinging to his forehead.

“I love you too, Ethan. I…I’m sorry I don’t remember our story. I’m so sorry.” I gaze into his stormy eyes, a spasm of pain centering on my chest.

The earlier lust and intensity are replaced with the soulfulness I associate with him. I can spend a lifetime trying to swim in his thoughts and never reach the bottom of it all.

“As long as you’re safe and healthy,” he murmurs, his voice thick, “that’s all that matters to me. That’s all that matters.”

Chapter 53

I stare at thetext message.

Elias

He took the bait. Two thousand dollars hit the dummy account. Liam’s working on a trace.

I quickly type a reply.

Ethan

He’s careful—starting small. Keep me posted.

Working my jaw, I grip my phone, my mind swirling with questions.

Something’s been bothering me, and I know Elias feels the same way.

Why does Dayton want Fleur money? The sums are insignificant to his net worth now. What is the whole point of this embezzlement?

What are we missing?

Frustration is a bitter taste on my tongue as I pace in front of my office windows. Dark clouds cloak the city as buildings come alive with glowing lights.

Knock. Knock.

“Come in.”

I smell the familiar hint of lavender before I turn around.

Breathing in deeply, I relax my muscles. “Lexy. Still here?”

“I thought I’d wait for you.” She smiles, her thick hair arranged in a loose braid today, her curvy figure molding to the tan dress she has on.

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