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“Come for me. Come hard on my cock.”
“Fuck.”
I scrape my nails against his pecs as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt floods me. There’s no stopping it. There’s no controlling it. It’s wave after wave of pleasure so big and strong that I can’t see or hear—I can only feel.
Renn steps forward and shoves me harder against the house. He shoves deep inside me, his cock pulsing against my flesh. His teeth gritted, his jaw flexing—with sweat dripping down his face, he spills into my pussy.
I grind against him, milking out every last ounce of it.
“There you go,” I say against his ear. I move my hips in a slow circle. “You feel so good inside me. Your cum is dripping down my legs already.”
He growls against my chest. He kisses my sternum before slowly pulling out and helping me to the ground.
My legs wobble. Face flushed. My body tingles with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
He shakes his head and smiles. “I will never be the same man again. You’ve wrecked me for anyone else.”
I try not to beam, but I think I fail.
“Come on, cutie. Let’s get rinsed off.”
“Renn …”
He stops and looks down at me.
When he said he loved everything about me yesterday, I knew he wasn’t talking aboutlovelove. But still … those words from his mouth are enough to fuck me up.
I know this isn’t permanent. Renn isn’t my forever husband. But moments like these—when I’m cherished and feel adored—it’s hard not to think he meant more with his proclamation.
My heart skips a beat as I realize what I was going to say—three words that are absolutely asinine.I love him as a friend. That’s all this is. Well, that and the sex is hot. So there’s pheromones, too.
I paste on a fake smile and step under the water. “Nothing. Let’s talk about dinner.”
He pulls me against him, and we stand quietly, letting the shower bring us back to our senses.
CHAPTER19
Blakely
“Renn?” I whisper. The moonlight fills the room with a muted glow. “Are you awake?”
He runs his fingertips along my arm. “Yeah. I haven’t been to sleep yet.”
“Me either. And I just had a thought. It’s too late to do anything about it now, but I’m still curious.”
He hums, giving me the green light to ask.
“Foxx couldn’t see us today, right?”
Renn chuckles, his chest rumbling beneath my cheek.
I smack him. “I mean it. I’ll be mortified if I have to look him in the eye and know he saw—or heard—what we were doing.”
“I’m sure he fucks, Blakely. He’s not a virgin.”
“That’s not the point.”
“He’s under an NDA. He won’t tell anyone how you sound when you’re moaning my name and begging me to fuck you harder.”
