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I shake my head into a kiss before he climbs off my lap and holds his hand out for me. I stand up, and we head toward his room. “Never too many animals. We just have to go behind closed doors to have some fun.”

“Or kick the dogs outside. I don’t think the cats would bother us.”

I laugh, shutting the door as his arms wrap around my neck, and he kisses me. We waste no time getting naked and finding our way over to the bed. But even with the naked rule, neither of us are talking.

It’s all grunts and moans as he climbs onto all fours, and I spread his ass cheeks with my hands, staring at his pretty pink hole. It’s just waiting for me. I press my finger inside him, loving the feel of lube and cum from our frantic fucking earlier today. “Fuck, you’re still wet for me.”

“Oh, God. Don’t make me wait.” He arches his back, thrusting his ass back at me.

“You want me?”

“I do,” he says instantly, but then looks over his shoulder to where I’m kneeling behind him, a finger still dipped inside his tight hole. “But right now, it’s mostly your dick I’m craving.”

I smack his ass playfully with my other hand, and he laughs. “Just using me for my epic dick.”

“Yup. You caught me.” He starts to rock back on my finger. I grab the lube quickly, removing one finger and adding some to it as well as my cock before pushing two fingers into him to fuck himself on. “That’s it,” he moans softly, his body squeezing my fingers. “Just like that.”

God, he really does love this. I love how needy he is for it. I can’t take it anymore and remove my fingers. He starts to complain, but barely gets out a sound before I’m sliding into his tight heat in one, easy stroke. My balls are against his ass as I fully seat myself inside him.

How is it this damn good every single time?

“Yes. Oh fuck. Yes,” he cries out as I pull back and slam back into him over and over. One of his hands disappears, and I watch as he jerks himself off ruthlessly. Desperately.

His ass squeezes around my cock as I move inside him, and I can’t think after that. I hold onto his hips and slam into him as he strokes himself. And when he goes over, crying out my name, his entire body stiffens, sending me hurdling toward my release. It only takes two more strokes inside him before I’m filling him with more cum.

When we’re finished and totally wrung out, he collapses into what I’m assuming is a very wet spot on the bed, but neither of us can be bothered to care as I fall on top of him and cover his body with my own.

I love the feel of him under me.

I love...

Him.

CHAPTER21

SOREN

Royal seems off. I don’t know why. Everything has been completely fine—more than fine—it’s been absolute bliss since the night he told me he loved me and I was able to say it back.

We haven’t gone public with our relationship, but that’s because I want it to be the right time. I want it to be as positive as it can possibly be. I’d thought about tonight because we’re attending a children’s hospital charity, along with several other racers and celebrities, but I don’t know...

Royal seems completely tense. Almost angry—but not quite. I can’t figure out what’s going on with him. He didn’t seem to want to talk about it on the way over here.

He looks good—but there was no doubt he would. He’s dressed in a traditional black tux, his dark-blond hair perfectly styled, and he carries himself with the strong confidence everyone is used to seeing in him. I guess if you didn’t know him well, you wouldn’t see what I do.

Fear.

That’s it.

He’s not angry or nervous. It’s fear on his face as we walk into the grand ballroom of the hotel.

Why on earth would he be afraid?

“Royal?” I call, and he turns to look at me just as Jenny approaches us. She, of course, also looks phenomenal in a sleek black dress and heels. Her hair is perfectly done, as if she’s had it styled for the event.

She’s smiling as she stops before us, which is good. “You both look handsome.”

Royal’s jaw remains tense as he forces a smile. “You look beautiful yourself, Jenny.”

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