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Sophia nods, her eyes darkening with lust, and I know that we're both thinking the same thing.

"I'll meet you outside," she says. "Same place as last night."

I nod. "See you there."

Fifteen minutes later, I'm pulling around in front of the entrance to the White Oak and watching as Sophia comes out with her bag over her shoulder. Yeah...I could get used to this. Picking her up, driving her around, watching her do her thing.

She's so fucking amazing. I want to know everything about her.

She hops into the car and flashes me a brilliant smile, and I reach over to place my hand on her knee, sparks flying between us. There's a lot for us to unravel and unpack...but I get the feeling this is going to last. We're still on day two of this journey, but I'll need to tell her eventually.

That when I fall, I fall fast and hard.

That I'm a serial monogamist.

And that if she'll let me, I'll make her a goddamn queen.

Chapter thirteen

Ryan

Day two of waking up beside Sophia...and holy fuck, I want this to last.

I hold her as dawn breaks through the window, her red hair fanned out around her head in gorgeous red curls, her fingers twitching gently as she starts to wake up. I can see Tex on the other side of her, eager to wake her up by licking her face, and I give him a stern look.

Don't you dare, I mouth at him.

He cocks his head and wags his tail.

Shit.

Next thing I know, he's pouncing right on Sophia's chest, and she wakes up with a start. It only takes her a split second to start laughing, though, and she reaches up to scratch his ears.

"Oh...somebody's hungry," she says, her voice rough with sleep. "Poor guy's being starved to death by his mean dad."

I laugh and kiss her neck, drawing a low moan from her throat. "Yeah, he's so neglected," I drawl. "No... you're spoiling him by waking up this early to feed him every day."

"Well, he's a growing boy who needs his kibble," she chides. "Pretty rude of you to assume otherwise."

"Yeah, I'm a real asshole," I chuckle.

She rolls on top of my body with hers, straddling my waist. I'm already painfully hard for her, eager to go another round, and she sinks down on me without hesitation, making me squeeze my eyes shut as I feel her tight pussy clench around my cock.

"Fuck, you're incredible," I growl.

"Speak for yourself," she says, her words disjointed as she arches her back and splays her fingers across my chest. "Ryan...I want you...I want you so bad..."

"Thank, fuck," I groan as she rides me up and down, her tits bouncing in front of me. She throws her head back, her hair long enough to brush my thighs, and I bury my face in her breasts, taking a nipple into my mouth and tonguing it until she's moaning my name. She clenches erratically, her hips twitching—and then I feel her tighten, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

It's all I can do to hold on and ride this wave with her, her pussy pulsing and tightening around me as she reaches her orgasm, and then I'm coming too, groaning into her breasts.

"Mm..." I murmur, kissing up her neck to her jawline. "You're so fucking delicious. I could lick you all day."

She laughs, still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm as she extracts herself from me, lying back on the blankets with a sigh. "Another day spent in bed? Mr. Wright...I do have a business to keep up with."

Quit your job. Be my wife. Let me take care of you.

I can't say that.

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