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Almost shyly, I lifted my hand so he could see my arousal glistening on my fingers.

With a groan, he pulled out of my mouth and grabbed my wrist to pull me up. He spun me around to face the couch and pushed me down over the back of it.

“I have to taste you for myself,” he murmured as he dropped to his knees. He slid my panties down my legs, and then he pushed my legs wider apart so I was balanced on my tiptoes when he grazed his nose along the inside of my leg.

“Ryan.” His name was a breathless plea on my lips that turned into a cry when the flat of his tongue swept up my slit. My fingers curled into the cushion of the sofa.

He ate me like a man starved; sucking on my clit and plunging his tongue in and out of my drenched core. He sank a finger inside me as deep as it would go and rubbed some fantastical spot that had a kaleidoscope of lights bursting behind my eyelids.

I writhed as he worked me over with his mouth and fingers, but when he dragged one finger from my pussy and circled the untouched hole of my ass, I flinched in surprise.

“Ry—”

Oh, fuck.

Forbidden sensations rippled out from the virgin skin as he slowly worked his finger in to the first knuckle. When his lips suctioned to my clit and he pumped the finger in my ass, I exploded with a scream that left my throat raw.

My orgasm hadn’t totally stopped when he stood up and pushed inside me with a low groan. His hands clasped my hips in a way that I knew would leave marks.

God, I wanted that. Something primal in me craved seeing his touch imprinted on my body the next day. There was something so deliciously forbidden about the act that it sent a fresh wave of arousal pulsing through my needy body.

“Fuck, Maddie,” he hissed in my ear, punctuated by the snap of his hips. “So fucking tight. So fucking mine.”

I nodded, wordless and dizzy, as he moved a hand around my front to my clit. His blunt fingers circled it in firm strokes that made my legs start to shake.

Ryan chased me to the top of my orgasm, and for one beautiful, heart-stopping second, everything in my world was right and perfect, suspending in a crystal-clear moment I knew I’d never forget.

Then his fingers pinched my clit, and I surged over the edge in a ball of fire, happy to let myself burn alive if it meant we were together. Ryan came with me, a low groan on his lips that I felt in my soul.

His chest pressed against my back as he collapsed against me, and he pressed a kiss to my shoulder over my dress.

“I love you, Madison Porter,” he whispered.

I closed my eyes against the burn of tears. “I love you, Ryan Cain.”

CHAPTER 40

MADDIE

The next morning, I woke up sated and alone.

At least, that’s what I thought until I heard voices in the other room.

I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed with a wince. Holy shit, the muscles in my legs freaking ached. Ryan had lived up to his promise and wrung the last orgasm, and then some, out of me just before midnight. My body was feeling it today.

Honestly, I kind of loved the achy pull of my muscles that reminded me of everything we’d done.

Except for the mess between my legs because, when I’d finally fallen asleep, I’d freaking passed out. I hadn’t even stirred when Ryan got out of bed, which was unusual. But now I was really aware of how much I needed a shower, even if moving was going to be a Herculean effort.

I was halfway to convincing myself that it wouldn’t hurt as much once I actually got out of the bed when Ryan came back. Noticing my discomfort, the asshole smirked.

“Everything okay, Mads?”

I flipped him off and stood up, proud when I barely flinched.

He sighed heavily and glanced toward the living room before closing the door. “All right. I thought you’d had enough last night, but if you really need me to fuck you one more time…”

I pointed at his crotch. “Keep that thing away from me. My vagina is on a mandatory twenty-four-hour hiatus.”

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