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No. I never wanted to stop. I could pleasure her for hours, days. I wanted to make her come so much and so often she won’t feel whole without my cock inside her.

Her hands fisted the sheets, and her head arched back on a breathy cry. “You there?” She was. A sweet moan echoed in the room, and her eyes closed as she jerked beneath me. “Open your eyes, Bristol. Watch what you do to me.”

As soon as her dazed eyes hit mine, I pushed in so hard that the bed moved. I fucked her deep and hard, her tits bouncing with every thrust. My balls tightened, and sweat dripped on her chest, the need to explode building higher and higher. I gritted my teeth, fighting the oncoming sensation that was sure to wreck me. “You’re so fucking hot,” she panted, and with one final, violent thrust, I blew into her like a hurricane.

She gasped as she watched me, and all I could think was that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman because there was nobody better… not just in bed, but in every sense of the word.

CHAPTER 17

Bristol

Matthew returned to the bedroom with a tray of food after we finally recuperated from the most intense lovemaking ever. Seriously, I lost track of how many times I came, but the icing on the cake was that the connection he and I had during that time was soul-crushingly beautiful.

I laughed at the display as he set it in front of me. The apples weren’t cut up, the cheese was still in its plastic, crackers in the box. He’d also brought a couple of bottles of water and had some strawberries and grapes, both still in their packaging from the grocery store.

“What?” he asked with a furrowed brow.

I pulled the sheet to my chest and sat up, crossing my legs. “Nothing.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“You’re just cute,” I said, grinning.

“Me bringing you food is cute?”

My head and my eyes moved to the tray. “No, but when you do it like this, it is.”

He stared down at the spread. “What should I have done?”

“Nothing, it’s perfect like it is… packaging and all,” I muttered.

His eyes got big, and he grabbed the tray. “Shit.”

“Matthew, stop. It’s fine.”

“Nope. I should have cut everything up and unwrapped it. Be right back.” He zipped out of the room, and I grabbed his shirt off the floor and chased after him.

He was getting a plate out of the cupboard when I stopped him, placing my hand on his arm. “I was just joking.”

“No, you’re right. I should have served it better.”

“Seriously, it’s fine. I don’t want you to. This is perfect because you did it.” I grabbed the brick of cheese and tore the wrapper off, then took a big bite. “See, it’s fine.”

He chuckled and lifted me up onto the island, then grabbed an apple and bit into it. “I’ll do better next time.”

“I don’t care how you bring me snacks as long as there is a next time, and you’re the one bringing them to me.”

“I’ll always be the one to bring you snacks.” He opened the strawberry container and set it in the sink, then rinsed them off before bringing one to my lips. I took a nibble, and he ate the rest. “So how did you get in here, anyway?” he asked, amused.

I grinned. “I have my ways.”

“Are you sure you’re not a fugitive on the run?” he deadpanned.

I wasn’t sure if that was a way to pry about what I accidentally spilled the other day or not, but I went with the latter. “Maybe accomplice is a better word.”

He licked the tip of his finger. “An accomplice by the name of Susie, by chance?”

“Dang.” I sighed. But was totally relieved. I knew I needed to tell him about Shane, but after his confession, I was more afraid that he’d do something stupid. “I guess I’m not very mysterious.”

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