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“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I know. I just... I’ve never done this before.”

I run my fingers over her spine, then gently slide them between her creamy ass cheeks. “I know.” Christ, the fact that she trusts me with her body like this. It’s an honor. “I can make it good for you,” I assure her.

“I like the sensations when you put your finger in me,” she says, and I love how open and honest we’re being with each other.

“If at any time you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“I want this, Alec,” she says quickly, a new sort of desperation in her voice. “I want you to do this.”

My pulse leaps. I get the sense that she needs to have me everywhere as much as I need to be everywhere. I lean over her, drop a soft, tender kiss on her cheek and slip a pillow under her hips. “So pretty,” I say, and sweep my fingers over her flesh until goose bumps form.

I grab a bottle of lube from my nightstand, having bought it specifically for this occasion. I squirt a generous amount into my palm and rub it until it’s warm. I touch her cheeks, widen them and put my finger inside her. She begins to writhe and I move it in and out, desperate to mark this beautiful woman everywhere. “Feel good?” I ask.

“It feels different, but nice. I like it.” Her body relaxes, opens.

“Look at you,” I say. “All warm and ready for me.” I add another finger, and her breath rushes. I’m so goddamn hard just from touching her my balls are ready to explode. I spend a long time preparing her, then pour lubricant on my throbbing dick. I fall over her body, position my cock at her tight entrance and put my mouth near her ear. “Baby, you ready for me?” I ask.

She pushes back, and my cock breaches her opening. “Yes,” she cries out. I glance down, revel in the way her beautiful body is taking me.

I go painstakingly slow, giving her time to adjust to each inch, until I’m finally balls deep inside her, my eyes practically roll back in my head. She sucks in a breath and my cock aches with the need to release, but I won’t, not until I make her come for me one more time.

She moves against the pillow, rubbing her hot pussy over the cotton, but I slide a hand between her legs, and take control of her stiff clit. I press against her slick cleft, and apply pressure as I work my cock in and out of her ass. She rocks against me, and when she cries out and starts coming all over my hand, I nearly lose my mind. I pump deep, once, twice and on the third time, I spurt my cum high inside her, giving her everything I can give her.

“I feel you,” she cries out.

I fall over her, press kisses to her back, and she softens beneath me, all warm and sated and sweet. We stay like that until I grow flaccid, and her breathing changes, slows.

“Don’t move,” I whisper, and dart to the bathroom. I come back with a warm cloth to clean her. “Roll over,” I say quietly, and she’s like a rag doll as she slowly goes to her back. I inch her legs open and wipe her with the warm cloth. She moans in contentment and I crawl back in beside her, pull her close. Her soft brown eyes close slowly, sleep pulling her under. I tuck her against me, and cover us up, as my mind goes back to what her uncle said about falling in bed together every night, and more importantly waking up together each morning. Yeah, I want that. I want it with Megan. Is there a chance I could be a better man for her? That I could find happiness, like my cousin Tate has.

Can I take that chance?

Can I not?

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Megan

IT’S NOT LIKE me to sneak out in the middle of the night—after the most intimate sex of my life—but that’s exactly what I did after Alec fell asleep in his bed beside me. No way could I be there come morning, have him tell me to my face that our time together was over. I knew what I was getting into before I even went to his place.

Let me put my cock in you. One last time.

Before he committed to Sara, which we both knew he was going to, he wanted to have a little fun in the sack with me, a girl he wasn’t worried about losing his heart to. Now that he’s found a wife in name only—he made the decision Sunday morning, hours after I’d left his bed—I need to pull myself together. It’s been two weeks since I fled, two weeks where he and Sara have been photographed together numerous times, even at the annual golf tournament, and I need to get my head back in the game and start thinking about their wedding plans, because any day now, they’re going to announce them.

Amanda sticks her head into my office. “Lunch?”

Ignoring the storm stirring up my stomach, I give her my best smile, but she can see right through me, see the pain beneath the surface. Why oh why did I go and fall for him again?

Again?

Who am I kidding? I never stopped loving him.

“Actually, I had a late breakfast, so I’m going to pass,” I say. I honestly hav

en’t had much of an appetite lately.

She eyes me for a moment. “Hey, are you okay?” she asks, folding her arms as she leans against the door frame.

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