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Her body moves with mine, up and down like the waves on the sea. Her knees rise, and I reach down to grip her ass as I drive deeper, faster. Her arms tighten, and she grinds against me, meeting me with every thrust.

We’re hot and desperate, grabbing and pulling, and I’m not going to last. Her body trembles, and she whimpers in my ear as her pussy breaks into rhythmic spasms. It’s too fucking much, and it’s been too long.

My body tenses, and mind-blowing pleasure radiates through my cock. My ass tightens, and with a low, haggard groan I come hard, pulsing again and again.

Lowering my face, I hold as the aftershocks jerk through my muscles.

“Shit,” I groan, kissing her neck.

My heart beats so hard, and my eyes are closed as I try to calm my breathing, as I hold onto her like the one thing keeping me on the planet.

She’s amazing. She’s everything, and at last, I have her.

What scares me is how easy it would be to never let her go.

CHAPTER16

CASS

Alex Stone is perfect. His body is a Michelangelo, and his mouth is the stuff of dreams. I’ve never come twice in a row so fast without battery-operated assistance.

My mind is reeling. I’ve never had sex like this in my life. I’m not sure my legs even work anymore, and the space between my thighs is shimmering and vibrating like a New Year’s Eve fireworks show.

And I’m freaking terrified.

The reality of what we’re doing is just waiting to drop on me and crush my heart to powder. The fire I’ve been playing with is officially out of control.

Alex Stone is not my boyfriend, and as much as I love his beautiful ring, I’mreallyhis employee. I’m reallynothis fiancée.

He told me he doesn’t want to hurt Pinky, that we have to be careful, but sleeping with him is as far from careful as we can get. It’s the last thing I should be doing, yet here I am, lying beneath his delicious weight, on the edge of falling in love with him.

With a deep groan, he moves to lie beside me on the bed. “Definitely crazy chemistry.”

A lazy smile curls his lips, like we’re playing a game, and I have to force myself to smile in response. “Yeah. Crazy.”

I sound like a loon.What am I doing?

I’ve always found his control attractive. His ability to compartmentalize. Of course, he’s in control in bed. He’s in control of everything, including this fictitious engagement. I dragged him into it; now he’s setting all the rules.

What did he say? We’re getting to know each other as much as we can for two people who got engaged after only a month?

Only we’re not engaged. It’s all pretend.

And while I can pretend-kiss him, I can’t pretend his touch doesn’t affect me. I’m not like him. My emotions are always on my sleeve. The whole reason I was so good at tarot is because I’m too empathetic. Just ask Gwen.

Sitting up slowly, I rub my hands over my eyes as I try to put my brain back together. I seriously need a minute alone.

“At least that’s one thing we don’t have to lie about.” I wonder if he hears the guilt in my tone.

Apparently not.

He climbs out of bed, and I watch his toned ass flex as he walks to his en suite bathroom. All jokes aside, there isnothingwrong with that ass.

I listen as he disposes of the condom and runs water in the sink. After a few moments, he returns wearing black boxer briefs that should be illegal and carrying a washcloth in his hand.

“For you.” He holds it out, and I slide to the edge of the bed, taking it from him.

“Thanks.” But I can’t clean up here.

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