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We move together, stepping over our clothing as I pull him into my bedroom impatiently.

My body is on fire like I’ve drunk poison, and the only cure is him. We reach the edge of the bed. He gently helps me down onto it, kissing me. I feel him right there as he looks into my eyes, the green in his eyes so dark it almost looks black. He watches me as the tip of his shaft enters me slowly, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair.

The heat inside me swirls at every single touch. Placing one of my hands on his chest, the other on the side of his neck, I whisper, “Make love to me.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Nathan

Islide myself deeperinside her, the inside of her walls clenching on to me. Sweat rolls down my back as I move in and out of her slowly. Her beautiful blue eyes are heavy as she rests her head back. Taking her lips with mine, I move against her faster, her breathing becoming heavier as our bodies writhe with each other. Her arms roam my back, her fingernails leaving trails in their wake. Her touch sends electricity convulsing through me as her hands land on my ass and squeeze. I move faster, stronger, as I slam into her. My hand moves between us to play with her clit. Her mouth opens in an O shape as she clings onto me, her head back. The sight of her beneath me like this almost sends me off the edge, but I hold on, determined to make her finish first.

“Nate,” she whispers my name.

“Yes, baby?” I whisper back.

She pants, her eyes rolling back, letting out a loud moan as she clenches around my cock. I keep moving inside her, my dick becoming harder with every passing second.

She takes a hold of my face and brings me down to her lips, devouring me, sucking my soul out of my body and into hers. Grabbing her, I turn her around so she’s on her stomach with her ass up in the air. Her round, plump ass is just begging me to grab it. I feel my cock throb at the sight, and I pounce on top of her like a hungry lion about to devour its meal, sliding myself inside her once again, and within minutes I collapse on top of her in a heaving, sweaty mess. We lay there for a moment, both panting with the pleasure still surging inside of us.

“I love it when you call me baby,” she admits as she brings my hand up to her lips and lays a gentle kiss on the back of my hand, making me smile. “That was phenomenal.”

I catch my breath. “It truly was.” She rolls over and rests her head upon my chest.

“Let’s do it again.” Her mischievous eyes find mine as I stare at her swollen lips.

I chuckle.

“Give me a minute, baby. I’m not in my twenties anymore.” She pouts, and it’s the cutest, brattiest thing I’ve seen her do. We lay there together on her bed, staring into each other’s eyes. I trace small circles on her side while she absentmindedly runs her fingers through my hair and sighs, her eyes glancing down to my chest. “What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“How much our lives have changed.” She studies me. “Do you think we can make this work?” she asks, and a slight sense of panic crumbles its way into my chest.

“I do.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “But we both have to want it.” She considers my words as I search her eyes. “Do you want this?” I ask. The anxiety and anticipation of her next words have me on edge. I hope she does. I hope she wants this just as much as I do, and I hope I didn’t fuck it up by sleeping with her too soon.

“I do want this,” she admits, and I let out a breath I didn’t realise I was holding onto. “But I don’t know how it will work—”

I interrupt her before she can say anything else. “We willmakeit work, because wechooseto.”

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