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Kennedy gasped as she clutched the back of his head, keeping his mouth right there while “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything”by Barry Whitecontinued to play on the speaker on her night table.

“Admit it,” he coaxed, batting at her nipple with his tongue.

Kennedy moaned, finding it difficult to concentrate on his words. “Yes, you were my first. You know that.”

Nate nipped lightly on her breast, making it clear he wasn’t satisfied with her answer. “And the rest.”

Kennedy battled her way through a haze of desire and lust to turn the tables on him by asking, “What about you? Am I your last and youreverything?”

Nate froze. He slowly raised his head and searched her face. “Do you want to be?”

She’d meant it as a joke—sort of—but the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice were anything but.

Everything inside her screamed,Yes. Yes, that’s exactly what I want, but she decided to play it safe, not yet willing to expose her heart to the sometimes harsh elements of complete transparency, replying instead, “What I want is for you to make love to me.”

Perhaps he sensed the cause of her hesitancy, because he didn’t insist she answer—he simply parted her legs and drove into her, pinning her beneath him with a single hard thrust.

Kennedy felt him everywhere, her body welcoming and reveling in his possession. She bit her lip, trying to muffle a cry of pleasure, but the sound emerged broken from her throat.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you,” he rasped, his thrusts quickening as he set a relentless pace.

Her peak came too soon, the explosion taking her by surprise. That was what he did to her. Her orgasms now had hair-trigger tendencies. She never knew exactly what would set them off, and she had no control over them seconds before they did. Nate, on the other hand, got off on her absolute lack of control, praising her, telling her how good it felt to be inside her, and how beautiful she was.

She hung on, her hands on his butt as he raced to his own completion. His body went stiff after the final thrust, his face contorted in bliss, his neck strained and taut.

Looking up at him, Kennedy faced the truth head-on. He was who she wanted for good, bad, and until death did they part. As the song said, her first, her last, her everything.

“I need you closer.” Satiation laced the deep rumble of his voice, the weight of his body still covering hers as the cool air turned them into sticky human magnets.

Kennedy smiled drowsily. “I think we’re as close as physically possible.” She referred to the fact that he was still inside her.

“No, I’m talking about you living in the city. Have you ever thought about it?” Peering down at her, his gaze half-mast, he didn’t appear in a rush to go anywhere.

Kennedy huffed a laugh. “Asks the man who has billions at his disposal. I’ve also thought about rocketing into space—” a bit of hyperbole, but it appeared that was what all the tech billionaires were doing these days “—but when does one find the time for a quick trip with all my prior engagements?” she teasingly mocked.

His gaze drifted down to her breasts. He slowly licked his bottom lip, that look back in his eyes. Then his gaze shot back up to hers. “What would you say to me buying you a place?”

A startled laugh broke from her throat. “You can’t say things like that to me when you’re still inside me,” she protested, as if he’d broken one of the golden rules of intimacy they’d agreed to abide by.

His mouth quirked up at the corner. “Fair enough.” Within seconds, her warm and slightly sticky human blanket was gone. His disappearance into the bathroom was followed by the flush of the toilet and then the sound of running water. Her queen-sized bed dipped slightly upon his return to her side, where he immediately tugged her into his arms, chest to breasts, face-to-face.

“Or you could move in with me,” he said in another stunning offer.

“What?” Her voice rose perceptibly. The second his question sank in, her mind instinctively rejected it. Yes, she wanted a future with him and all that, but it was too soon for them to move in together. Way too soon. They hadn’t been together three months, and six was the bare minimum a couple needed to be together before broaching the subject.

“Don’t tell me—you think it’s too soon?”

“And you don’t?” came her instant retort.

Nate dismissed the question with a quick shake of his head. “I knew that’s what you’d say if I asked, which is why you getting a place in the city would suit us both. You’d be closer to your office, and you wouldn’t have to rent anymore, and I’d have you closer to me. It’s a win-win situation.” He gently brushed her hair over her shoulder.

“Honestly, Nate, I appreciate the offer, but you can’t justbuyme an apartment in New York City. You have to see that, right?” This was the craziest conversation she’d ever had with a man.

“Why not?” he asked, as if he didn’t understand the power of his billions. “I guess that’s where you and I differ, because I don’t see the problem. It would be a gift.”

Kennedy stared at him, flummoxed. Was this how rich people operated? “Nate, you’re not talking about an expensive handbag or a nice piece of jewelry. You’re talking about real estate in one of the most expensive cities in the country. It’s one thing for you to pay when we go out, but buying me an apartment that’s so above my financial means I’d need a rocket launcher to see it...is bonkers.”

More than anything, her pride wouldn’t allow her to accept such a—What would it be called? Because “gift” seemed wholly inadequate. She didn’t want him for his money and didn’t want him to see her as someone who couldn’t give herself the things she wanted.

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