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She nods at my waist. “Do you need help with that?”
Within minutes, I have my pants down and am leaning over Mia on the couch. “Are you ready?” I ask her.
“I want you to make me feel special again. I need it right now.”
I lower myself on top of her before thrusting my hips forward and entering her in one smooth motion.
A long moan escapes me as I begin to fuck her. Mia wraps her legs around my waist, drawing me in deeper. Her inner walls clench down on my cock.
“God, Mia.” I thrust into her. “You are special. Trust me.”
She clings to me with a desperation she didn’t have before when we had sex for the first time. I hold her tightly to me, wanting her to know she never needs to feel ugly again. Not with me.
Once we find our rhythm, our bodies move as one.
I sit up back slightly and grip her thighs, thrusting into her roughly. Mia takes it, though. She meets my gaze and holds it as we fuck.
“Killian,” she gasps.
I stare so deeply into her eyes, infusing all my emotion into her. “God, you feel so good around me.”
I fuck her harder, and Mia moans as our pace increases.
“Killian!” she cries out, clutching me, her body shuddering.
I groan as my own orgasm hits me. Together, we cling to one another as we ride the wave of our pleasure.
I don’t immediately move out of her, even after my cock has gone soft. I spend time kissing her. Gently but passionately.
“Feeling ugly still?” I ask.
She smiles ruefully. “No. You manage to make me feel beautiful. Thank you for that.”
“Good. Now, give me a few minutes, and I’ll be ready for round two.”
The pleasant sound of her laughter fills me with happiness.
CHAPTER 13
Killian
Mia and I go to the same café the following day in the hopes of finding the men who talked to her as they did.
“That’s them,” she says, pointing out a group of men sitting the corner. “I don’t think I could forget their faces.”
“All right. You stay here. I’m going to confront them.” I walk over to the group of men. They look up with curious expressions.
“How are you guys doing today?” I ask them. They seem vaguely familiar, but I can’t place it.
“Fine,” one of them says.
Another one snorts, and then all four men are laughing like little schoolboys. Already, I’m annoyed.
“I’m Killian. You may have heard of me.”
One of the guy’s eyes widen. “Oh, uh, hi. I’m John.”
“Henry.”
