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I turn and bend without letting our connection go. Her back is to the bed, and I give us two more thrusts.

“Yes,” she calls, way too loud for sharing a roof with my parents and her son.

I kiss her hard. “Breakfast is going to be awkward if you don’t shut your mouth, baby.”

Then I do something I don’t want to do.

I pull out.

She lets out a complained mew until my mouth hits her clit.

This time I don’t have to tell her to arch her back.

The bottoms of her feet hit the bed, and she lifts her hips for more. Fuck, she’s wet and tastes so damn good.

I let her do whatever she wants.

And she’s greedy.

She moves against my mouth, and I’m here for it. It’s all I can do to keep my old bed from creaking on the wood floors, but she doesn’t care, and I’m right there with her. All I want is to get lost in her forever.

And forever is a clear and real vision, even with the biggest hurdles in the way.

Like a divorce and a hitman.

I don’t let go when she stops moving. I fist the globes of her ass in my hands and take over. I hold her to my mouth and do what she did for me—not letting up. If I can torment her with my lips and tongue, I will.

She manages not to scream, but the bed continues to complain.

I don’t care.

Her hips fall to the mattress, and I reach to my bedside table where I stashed the condoms. I can’t rip it open fast enough.

I roll it on and slide inside again.

When I fill her to the root, her heart is pounding, and her eyes are heavy.

“It’s not the same,” she utters on labored breaths. “Everything with you is perfect, but it’s beyond perfect with no condom. I’ll get a prescription as soon as we get back.”

“It’s like I didn’t just come so fucking hard. This is what you do to me,” I say as I pump into her, over and over. Harder and more brutal than we ever have.

When I come for a second time, my body tenses. Together, we’re hot and sweaty and fucking fantastic.

I give her my weight and turn my head to press my lips to her temple. “My heart might beat out of my chest. You challenge the athlete in me like no coach ever has.”

Her arms and legs wrap me up.

I pull away just enough to look down at her. “Did I hurt your stitches?”

She shakes her head. “That was amazing. And you’re right. Breakfast is going to be awkward. I’m too happy and sleepy to care. I’m sure I’ll hate myself in the morning.”

I roll to my back and take her with me. “We’re bringing my jersey home and you’re going to wear it for me like lingerie.”

She lifts her head and looks down at me with messy hair and sated eyes. “Is this domineering thing normal for you?”

“Does it matter? You got off on it.”

She narrows her eyes but doesn’t say shit.

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