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He met her gaze and knew she was thinking of it, too.

“Are you mine, princess?” he asked.

Holding his gaze, she nodded, then slid down onto him in one smooth stroke, her intense heat washing over him. He’d never tire of the sight of himself disappearing inside her, of the way she stretched to make room for him, the way her eyes fell closed when he bottomed out. He’d never tire of anything about her.

She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers, as she rode him in slow waves of her hips, his hands clamped onto her thighs to hold her steady.

“What else?” she gasped as she impaled herself on his length over and over again.

“Stay with me and find out,” he said, moving one hand to play with her clit. “Don’t go to Italy or France or wherever the fuck you were going to run away to. Don’t run away at all. Stay here and be mine.”

“I will,” she said, slamming down on him harder and faster.

“Say the words, princess.” He clenched his teeth to stave off his orgasm. Not yet. He wouldn’t come yet, not before she did.

“I’ll stay with you.”

She gripped his wrist, holding his hand to her clit as she trembled, her pussy clamping down around him in wave after wave of pleasure. He roared her name as he came, driving his hips up into her again and again as his vision went white and fuzzy at the edges and fire tore through his body. She swayed above him, falling against his chest. He moved to help her off of him, but she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her hips against his with a little noise of protest.

“Not yet.”

He banded his arms across her back, tucking her against him and pressed a kiss to her forehead as he softened inside her. “Not yet,” he agreed.

Mine.

Chapter 29

Baz: How long until you guys are on? I don’t think I can take much more of this.

Gavin: This is the top-rated local morning show in New England.

Baz: They just did ten minutes on the best places to go leaf peeping. Who the fuck goes leaf peeping?

Ethan: My mom.

Gavin: My mom’s entire book club did a day trip up the coast to go leaf peeping.

Jamie: The people who watch these morning shows.

Baz: Jesus Christ. I thought we were trying to advertise to a younger demographic, not your moms.

Baz: Ask Tessa. She’d agree with me. No one her age is watching this shit.

Gavin: All press is good press.

Jamie: She says you’re right. But she also says to stop complaining because you’re not the one who had to be up at 4 a.m. to do this show.

Gavin: You’re welcome, by the way.

Gavin: For getting you on TELEVISION.

Ethan: I think you hurt his feelings.

Baz: Can we back up to the part where she said I was right?

Jamie: No.

Gavin: Ethan, how are you even watching this? You can’t get local Boston stations in Florida.

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