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“Jordan!” I scream, coming in a rush as soon as he pinches my clit.

“Fuck!” he roars, going wild behind me. He powers into me again and then again, fucking me like a madman with his thumb lodged in my ass. I crack apart a final time, my arms collapsing beneath me.

He pins me to the bed, planting himself as deep as he can, and roars my name. His cock jerks and twitches inside me, his cum spilling down my legs.

It’s loud and messy. Fucking perfect.

He keeps me pinned beneath him for a long moment before he rolls us over, his thumb slipping from my ass. His lips touch the back of my neck, his chest shuddering against my back.

“Is that what you dream about when you dream about me, princess?” he asks, his voice a wild pant in my ear.

“No. That was even better.”

He presses his face against the back of my throat, his body vibrating as he chuckles. “Christ, I thought I was in hell missing you for the last five years. It didn’t even compare to how goddamn much I missed falling asleep with you in my arms last night, Sutton.”

My heart pulses, full of him and his sweetness. “I missed you, too.”

His lips brush my shoulder again.

I peek at him over my shoulder, prepared to ask him what happened between him and Jamison, and then I remember his rule about my brother not existing when we’re in bed together. I quickly swallow the questions back, content to let it be for now. To letusbe for now.

After everything, we’ve earned that right, haven’t we?

I think so.

Chapter Eight

Jordan

“Honey, I’m home!” Sutton shouts as soon as she waltzes through the front door after work, a smile in her voice.

“Come to the kitchen!” I demand, flicking the lighter to quickly light the last of the candles situated in the center of the table. The wick catches with a spark, igniting. I shove the lighter into my pocket and then turn, placing my body between the entryway and the table.

I’m nervous as hell…which is ridiculous. It’s just dinner. But it feels like a helluva lot more. It’s me, cooking for her. It’s me, taking care of her. The same damn way I’ve always wanted to do.

I think I’ve spent as much time fantasizing about simple shit like this as I have about fucking her over the years. About coming home to her, or her coming home to me. About cooking her meals and watching movies with her. Holding her hand in public. Laughing with her. Listening to her ramble about her day, or falling asleep with her in my arms.

I want all of it, and I don’t want to wait. So, I’m not waiting anymore. I said what I needed to say to Jamison yesterday. He knows about the two of us. We’re not hiding. As far as I’m concerned, I’m fucking done with him.

If he’s worthy of her at all, he’ll take my advice and back the fuck off. He’ll do right by her. But I’m not worrying about it right now. I’m focused on her. I’m focusing on us and the chance we never had.

She sashays into the room like a goddess, her hair up in a bun, that damn pencil skirt and modest blouse skimming her curves. She looks so demure and put together, so professional. And I want to wreck her all over again, leave her dripping sweat and cum until she doesn’t remember anything but pleasure.

“Hey, handsome.” The bright smile on her face is as fucking sexy as her modest little outfit. She’s a knockout, effortlessly gorgeous. “What smells so good?”

“Dinner.” I stride toward her, tugging her into my arms to kiss the lipstick from her lips. I don’t let up until neither of us can breath, and she’s squirming against me.

“Damn,” she hums, a blissful expression on her face. “A girl could get used to coming home to this.”

“You should get used to it.” I nip the side of her throat, palming her round ass. “I intend to spoil the hell out of you, princess.”

“Oh yeah?” Her eyes flutter open, locking with mine. “I might just hold you to that, Jordan.”

I tip her head back, kissing her again. “Don’t need you to hold me to it. It used to piss me the fuck off that I couldn’t do the shit for you that I wanted to do. Now, I can so I am.”

Her sweet smile hits me right in the heart. Does she have any idea that I never stopped loving her? That the feelings are only growing by the day? By the hour? Back then, I tried like hell to rein them in. I thought it’s what I had to do. Now, though? Well, there isn’t a goddamn thing stopping me.

“Come eat, princess.” I catch her fingers in mine, stepping out of her way. Her gaze falls on the table, a tiny gasp falling from her lips.

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