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She gasped. Her back arched and she reached forward, grabbing the edge of the desk like a lifeline.

“You okay?” I asked.

“More,” she said.

Yes. I gave her more and with every thrust, she pushed it back on me. She was so wet, so slick, so tight around me. Keeping one hand on her hip to hold the rhythm, my other hand slipped under her shirt, under her bra, and squeezed her breast. That set her off even more, so I rolled her nipple between my finger and thumb before giving it a sharp pinch.

Andfuck, she liked it. She moaned and I slammed into her so hard the desk scraped against the floor. Each time I thrust into her, she pushed back just as hard, her sweet little cunt squeezing around me. The intense pressure of it sent me out of my mind.

God, I was close. I needed her to come right fucking now. I slid my hand from her breast down the soft curve of her belly to between her legs. I stroked her clit, bracketing her body with pleasure, trapped between my hand and my dick. She cried out, loudly, her legs trembling.

“Give me your mouth.” I wrapped her braid in my fist, tugged her head back, and took her mouth with mine, swallowing the sounds.

She fell apart then, her pussy clenching around me as she came. Electricity tripped down my spine and my balls tightened. I followed her over the edge, my orgasm ripping through me with such intensity I saw stars. Wave after wave, the wild pleasure of it unrelenting. Nothing had ever felt so good.

“I want it to only be you.”

Until that.

She said it quietly. So quietly I wasn’t sure she intended me to hear it. I leaned over her boneless, sated body, kissed her temple, and gave her the truth.

“You have me as long as you want me.”

Chapter 21

Bethany

Iloveyou.

Those three little words had nearly slipped past my lips yesterday. Fortunately, my sense of self-preservation rose up and choked those words back. If I told Luke I loved him, he’d run screaming for the mountains. This whole thing was too new, too fragile. I didn’t want to scare him off.

Hell, I didn’t want to scaremeoff. This feeling I had for him…I had never felt anything like it. Not for a person, anyway. It consumed me, kind of like ballet always had. And that…that wasn’t something I was ready for.

Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was nothing more than really great sex.

I pondered that while I stared at him, still asleep next to me. I had spent the night again. It was becoming addictive, falling asleep in his arms, waking up with his breath on my neck.

And then a pounding on the door made me jump. Luke’s eyes popped open.

“Luke! You up?” Ethan hollered from the other side. “Come on, man.”

“Shit!” Luke hissed.

I dove under the covers, making my body as flat as I possibly could, and Luke piled the blankets and pillows on top of me, leaving a little hole for me to breathe. I could see just a sliver outside the blankets.

“Luke!” More pounding. “Wake up, bro.”

Luke jackknifed out of bed, tugged on his boxers, and hauled open the door, wedging his body in the opening so Ethan couldn’t get a good look into the room. “What the hell is wrong with you? It’s barely morning.”

“It’s nine.”

“So?”

“So we told Chrissy we’d be at North Star at ten to transport the trees to the Community Center.”

“The trees?” Luke asked blankly.

“Yeah, Luke. Thetrees. Emma bought Christmas trees from North Star Tree Farm to use on theNutcrackerset. Chrissy didn’t have a way to transport them, so you offered our trucks and our muscles. Remember?”

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