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Rising on my knees, swaying my breasts in his face, letting him take a nipple in his mouth, I drop my head and moan as his hands come to my hips. Reaching down, I grab hold of his cock, placing him at my entrance, and let him sink inside. We both call out, the pleasure overtaking our every thought.

“Goddamn, it’s been too long,” he moans.

“Way too long.”

He places his hands under my ass cheeks and guides me as I bounce. He’s taking his control back, which I expected after he let me in, even with just a small admission. But I know he needs to regain his role, so I let him take from me what he needs.

“I’m going to beat you to it this first time, mouse. I’m sorry, but I can’t hold off.”

I smile and take his lips. “Take what you need from me, my lion. I’m here to give you what you need, Tommy. Always.”

I squeeze him inside me and ride him like I know he likes. Within moments, he’s climaxing, calling out, and I feel him filling me. He spits on his pointer and middle finger and reaches down to rub my clit. Feeling him inside me, touching me there, has me following right behind him, moaning out my release.

“My favorite sound in the world.” Tommy coos and pulls me close. But he won’t give me another word right now. I know he’s said too much for one day. I won’t push and I’ll take the win and adjust without saying a word. It’s what he needs to learn and let happen.

CHAPTER 31

FARRAH

Waking wrappedaround Tommy soothes me. We spent the night tangled up with one another, and with each release, it only bound us tighter together. It felt like we were trying to get in a year’s worth of love in one night. The constant need, the never get enough, almost felt ominous, like he was trying to get his fill before leaving again. I won’t question his retirement. I won’t question his next move. Right now, he’s here. And I have to just be that silent figure that gives him what he needs to feel safe to open up to me.

My fingers trace his lion tattoo as I lay across his chest. “Tommy, it’s almost nine. What time do you have to be at the station?”

He reaches for me, grabbing my leg and hitching it over his as he turns into me, his hard cock poking me in the stomach.

“You are insatiable.” I wrap my hand around him and give him a long stroke.

“It’s your fault. Your pussy knows how to hug my dick just right.”

“Tommy!” My laugh turns to a whimper as he nips at my neck. “You’ve got to get up and get to work.”

“No, just one more time. Please, Farrah.” His pleading has me stroking him faster. He knows I won’t let him leave like this. But I like to hear him beg.

“Just one more? How do you need it, Tommy? Quick? Slow?”

He growls and pushes me to my back, taking my nipple with his teeth. In one swift move, he’s inside me. “Guess I need it quick, mouse.”

I throw my hands over my head and tilt my hips. “Use me.”

His eyes shine and his lips turn up at the corner. “You fucking amaze me. Everyday, Farrah. How you know what I need is such a fucking turn on. You have no idea.”

“No time for sentiments right now, Casanova. You’ve already got me. Now get us both there.”

The look he gives is one of awe, and I bark out a laugh. He sits back, grabs my waist and slams into me. Over and over again. My laugh turns to a wail as he bellows out and we both get there at once. He falls over me, his weight lilting to one side to not crush me and I wrap my arms around his back.

“Now that’s how you start a morning.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He kisses me on the tip of my nose and slides out of me, standing and heading to the shower. “You know I wouldn’t leave you so abruptly if I didn’t need to get to work.”

I wave my hand at him. “You’re fine. Go protect the crime-ridden city of Christmas.”

He shakes his head at my nonsense and heads to the bathroom. The door closes and I sink into the bed, pulling his pillow close. I’m seeing the old Tommy coming back to life. I’m praying he’s here to stay and praying for the strength to give him what he needs to keep him here.

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Two hours later,I’m back at my house, stepping out of my shower and pulling on fresh clothes. I’ve gotten text after text from the girls wanting the gossip. I’ll give it to them, but for right now, I’d like to keep it close to my heart. I replay our conversation, his touches, and I know the Tommy I fell in love with is emerging again.

There’s a knock on the door and I wonder which girl is here to bust it down. Money is on Britt, only because I don’t think Francesca wants all the juicy details of her brother.

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