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As I unfasten the rest of my shirt, my eyes stay locked on Tia. She saunters to the edge of the bed, never breaking our stare. The heat between us rises with every step she takes, stoked by months of tension, want, and everything we’ve kept bottled up.
We hold each other’s gaze like it’s a lifeline, and I know once this thread snaps, there’s no pulling back.
She will be my undoing.
The only woman to bring me to my knees. The only woman who can take a broken man and shape him into something whole. Something worthy.
She holds all the power in the palm of her hands, as well as my heart.
And as long as there’s breath in my lungs and blood in my veins, I’ll surrender every damn piece of myself to Tia Young until the Grim Reaper comes to pry me out of her hold.
“Let me see you,” I tell her as I unbuckle my belt.
Tia makes a show out of her undressing, slipping one sleeve of my jacket off, exposing a bare shoulder. I whip my belt quickly through the loops as a snap echoes off the walls. Tia slips the opposite sleeve down this time. The swell of her breasts glow from the low-burning fire in the fireplace.
I pop the fly to my pants, shoving them past my thighs until they ripple at my feet. Tia’s dark pools of desire go straight to my throbbing erection, strained and thick against my briefs.
In one swift motion, Tia slips out of my jacket to let her full breasts spill out, nipples taut and ready to be sucked.
My eyes go straight to the place between her thighs—and fuck me, she’s bare.
No lace. No barriers. Just smooth, olive skin and the raw, unapologetic beauty of her completely nude and waiting for me.
It hits like a gut punch, stealing my breath and making my knees weak. I’d braced for lingerie, for some kind of tease, but this? This is a whole different level of surrender. Of power.
I’m already falling apart. From the way she holds her head high. From the way she owns the moment. From the way sheowns me.
Palming my erection, I stalk toward her, hazel eyes burning into my skin with every step I take. The closer I get, the more unhinged I feel. I’m surprised by my own restraint, but I know taking my time will be worth it. This isn’t something I want rushed. Tia deserves this moment between us to be cherished.
When I reach the space between her spread legs, Tia doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers work fast, freeing my aching dick from its confines like sheneedsit in her hands.
She licks her lips, eyes flickering with that dangerous little spark I know all too well. I brace myself for her touch, but instead, she leans back, then flips onto her stomach in one fluid, fucking devastating move.
And then I see it.
My brain short-circuits. Every nerve ending fries to a crisp as I stand here useless, jaw practically hitting the floor.
“Tia …oh, fuck. T, baby …Jesus fucking Christ.”
I drop to my knees.Literally.
She glances over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip like the wicked tease she is. Then she arches her back, putting that perfect ass on full display. Round, shameless, completely irresistible.
And fucking marked.
“What do you think?” she purrs, voice full of smug heat. “Your name … right on my ass. Just like you wanted.”
Chapter Forty-One
TIA
Getting Logan’s name tattooed on my ass cheek?Absolutelyworth it for this reaction.
The man dropped to his knees like I had the Sistine Chapel inked back there. And the way he’s worshipping me now—eyes locked on the five letters that spell his name like they’re sacred—I’d do it all over again.
Logan reaches out, his fingers trailing over the script of his name. A soft whimper slips from my throat at the heat of his touch. The touch I’ve longed for. Months and months of yearning for the rough pads of his fingers to sink into me.
He leans forward and presses a kiss right over the ink. When he chuckles against my skin, I smile, already knowing how much he loves my little surprise.
