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We both sigh as he enters me.

“So fucking good,” he breathes out.

“Watch the movie,” I direct.

“Keep fucking me and I will.” He smacks my ass, urging me to move.

“So damn pushy.”

“I’m about to push you over onto this couch and fuck you senseless if you don’t—”

“Okay, okay.” I laugh as I lift my waist and slowly lower onto him. I grip him by the shoulders before grinding my hips against his. Pure bliss takes over me as Hugh Jackman’s singing takes place behind me.

“Shit, don’t stop,” Kyle commands. His hold on me is firm.

“Keep watching,” I whisper.

“Take this off.” Before I can follow instructions, he’s pulling and tugging at my apron and bra. All the while, he’s keeping his eyes on the television screen.

His hands find my breasts and squeeze. I cover his hands with mine, keeping them right there as I continue the movement of my hips.

“Right there, baby,” he murmurs.

Why does it feel so good when he compliments me like that?Like I’m truly his.

“You’re so damn beautiful sitting on my dick, Riley.”

I moan, and another flood of juice coats his cock.

Words of affirmation must be my love language. No matter how much my subconscious tries to remind me how wrong this is, I can’t help but to be drawn deeper into his haze of want, desire, and lust. Kyle’s hands are all over me, his dick deep inside of me, and right now, nothing else matters.

“That’s it,” his deep voice encourages, and I tighten my pussy walls around his shaft. My desire to please him overcomes me, and soon I feel his body stiffen. His fingers dig into the skin of my back, pressing me to him. He holds on as if I’m the only thing in the world.

My hold is just as tight around his broad shoulders.

We’re coming together.

I can’t remember the last time—if ever—I’ve experienced something so intimate.

That’s the moment I realize that I’m in serious trouble.

CHAPTER20

Riley

A week after my weekend with Kyle, I’m back east, having spent the past two and a half days with my favorite person in the world.

“I’m going to miss you, Aunt Ry,” Eve says with a sadness in her voice that grips my heart.

We’re standing outside of her dorm building. This is the part of our weekends together that I loathe the most. But something in Eve’s voice makes me dread this good-bye even more.

“Ladybug, is there something you need to tell me?” I grip her shoulders.

She peers up at me with those light brown, honey eyes of hers. At times, her eye colors shift to hazel.

That thought pulls me out of the moment, harkening me back to another pair of hazel eyes that I’ve missed more than I care to admit. As much as I thought it would be, the past week at Townsend wasn’t awkward at all. If anything, I felt as if we’d made headway on the professional front.

Kyle inquired about my opinion more and showed more interest in my suggestions regarding the implementation of certain employee benefits. I hate to think it’s what’s between my legs that’s gotten Kyle to become more amenable to my suggestions.

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