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I obey, letting my knees fall until they bump the top of the dresser. He thrusts harder, one hand gripping my ass so hard I’m pretty sure his fingernails are going to leave marks.

His breaths are hot against my skin, his eyes feral. My insides are melting, the tension rising. I have never felt so wanted and so desired in all my life. My eyelids flutter.

He tightens his fist in my hair. “Don’t close your eyes. I want you looking at me when you come.”

Something falls off the dresser and shatters on the floor. Tequila starts barking. We don’t stop. My body is so tight, everything bunching up as I inch closer to the edge. I fight to keep my eyes open.

“Look at me,” he snarls. “I need to see you, Dom. I need to see–”

I cry out as my orgasm crashes into me. I melt into him, my stomach and breasts arching as my head falls back. Trevor cups my head, cradling it in one large hand so we can maintain eye contact.

I see the moment when he comes. His irises dilate, his gaze going both sharp and hazy at the same time. He locks his eyes with mine, letting me see how I make him feel as he grunts into me with several more hard thrusts.

He kisses me, moaning into my mouth as the last waves of pleasure shake him. Our tongues tangle together, our bodies melding in a simmer of damp, tingling flesh.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I rest my forehead on his shoulder and wrap my arms around his neck. His biceps cinch around me as he presses his face into my hair. He doesn’t pull out, keeping our pelvises locked together.

We stay like that for long minutes, neither of us willing to break contact. I turn my face and nip at his neck.

“I’ve never been fucked like that in my life,” I murmur.

His arms tighten. “That’s because that idiot ex-boyfriend of yours didn’t know how good he had it. His loss.”

He picks me up, carrying me to his bed. He sits down on the edge with me on top of him, his cock still inside me. He’s not as hard as he was a few minutes ago, but he’s not soft, either. Something tells me we aren’t finished for tonight.

“You’re sleeping over with me.” He brushes my hair out of my face, eyes gentle yet determined. “In case you were wondering if I’m going to take you home tonight. I’m not.”

I laugh, running my fingertips over his stubble. “I should probably let Annika know so my family doesn’t worry.” It’s a little weird for my mom and aunties to know I’m sleeping over with a guy, but not enough to make me insist on going home. A week ago, maybe, but not anymore.

“I’ll go get your purse.” Trevor lifts me off him, finally sliding out of me, and sets me gently on his pillows. His scent rushes out of the fabric and I burrow into his mattress.

He pauses beside the bed, looking at my naked body. I return the favor, thoroughly enjoying the view as I look him up and down.

A big smile suddenly splits his face. I grin back at him.

“I’ll be right back.” He walks back to the living room in search of my purse.

I take a minute to absorb the bedroom. The remains of something are smashed all over the floor next to his dresser. It looks like it may have been a vase or a piece of pottery.

Tequila is sitting on her bed against the wall, ears pricked up. She tracks Trevor’s movements as he exits the room, then resumes staring at me, like she’s trying to figure out what just happened with her two humans.

CHAPTER 40

Not Number Ten

TREVOR

I climb into the bed with Dom and pull her close. She nestles into me, draping one leg and one arm across my body.

I love the feel of her against me. I’m already getting hard again. I fully intend to have her again tonight, but for now, it’s nice just to hold her.

Laughter bubbles up as she turns her phone so I can see it. “From Thomas and Annika.”

I see a picture of the two of them flashing big smiles and thumbs ups for the selfie. Minnie is in the background behind them, raising a martini glass to us in a toast.

“I’m going to hear about that in the morning,” I say. “Thomas can be a smug bastard when he’s right.”

“Same with Annika.” She sets the phone down on my side table. “I don’t care how smug they are. I got what I wanted.”

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