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“Come on, baby,” I said against her mouth. “Give me this one.”

She gasped, her nails digging into the back of my head as she drove us both higher and higher, the sweet tight coil of heat wrapping tighter around my spine until I felt like it would burst everything around it.

“Next time, I get you in a bed,” I growled. “We have days and weeks and months, and every time I wake up with my hands on you, this is what’s going to happen. I’ll wake you up like this every fucking day because you’remine, Greer.”

It was enough.

With a sharp arch of her neck, she shattered. With my name on her lips, she trembled around me, the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

Her release triggered mine—immediate bliss in a hot spike, brutal and relentless.

I chased it with another brutal upward slice of my hips, again and again, and I stole her mouth in a fierce kiss, licking into her mouth while we gasped through the release.

She slumped over me, sweaty and disheveled, and eventually, we softened the kiss.

I slid my hand up her back, sweaty and damp, twining my fingers into her hair.

I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, her lips curving into a smile as I did.

“Mmmm,” she hummed. “Car sex is highly underrated.”

I laughed, happiness springing hot and immediate from inside me.

I wrapped her up in my arms, and we sat like that for a few long minutes. She pulled back and studied my face.

“You know I’m falling in love with you, right?” she asked quietly.

I smiled. “You think I’d want to get rid of you after this?”

Greer grinned. “I’d like to see you try.”

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Greer

It was the hand under my shirt that I registered first. The hard length pressed against my ass was next.

Still groggy—becausewowzadid good sex have a positive effect on my ability to sleep like the dead—it took me a second to realize the position we’d ended up in.

But this time, I thought with a sleepy smile, we could start the day very, very differently.

In our house.

In our bedroom.

In our bed.

I’d always wanted to do that thing where you casually arch your back and press your backside into the hot sleeping husband behind you, just to see what he’d do.

Especially if that hot sleeping husband was taking it as his personal mission to give you an orgasm for every single day you’d spent together that he didn’t touch you.

We’d stumbled home after dark the night before, collapsing into bed where we kissed and talked for hours.

He gently pushed me onto my back the first time, holding my hands down onto the bed over my head, rolling his hips between mine, painfully slow and so steady that I almost lost my mind by the time he let me come.

But then again, I already knew that Beckett was far more skilled in the art of restraint than I was.

He let me sleep for a couple of hours after that, generous man that he was.

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