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There’s such care and consideration in her words, and a fire blazes through me when I realize she’s letting me be the one to decide how this goes. I’ve been in this position before and I know there are consequences from heat of the moment decisions. One of them is four years old and sleeps down the hall from me.

But when I think about what could happen this time around, there isn’t any fear. Not even a little bit. I think about worst-case scenarios, and none of them seem like a worst-case at all.

Another kid who’s as incredible as my daughter?

A family with Maven?

That sounds like the fucking dream.

“I trust you,” I say. I reach up and cup her cheek, wanting her to hear the sincerity in my voice. “I trust you so much, Maven. But are you sure you want to be reckless with me?”

“All I want to do is be reckless with you, Dallas.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been smart around you. Not for a single second.” My thumb presses just below her hip bone, and I massage the soft skin there. “I’m clear on all tests.”

“Me, too. I haven’t been with anyone since I started working for you. Long before that too.”

“Okay.” I lick my lips, knowing she really was mine that very first day. “Just us.”

My last bit of self-control snaps when she runs her hands up my stomach and settles them over my heart.

I lift her so she’s hovering over me. I rub my cock against her clit and coat my length in her arousal. When her steady breathing turns to ragged pants that tell me she’s ready for more, I guide her onto me.

We hiss in unison when the tip of my cock pushes inside her entrance. Maven grips my shoulders and her nails dig into my skin, leaving half-moon marks behind. I wish she’d leave them on my neck, too, so I could show them off at practice tomorrow. So I could boast a little bit and gloat that I’m the one who got the girl.

It’s excruciating to go so slow, to take my time and move inch by inch, but I have to. Ihaveto, because otherwise this will be over too soon, and I’d savor it forever, if I could.

“There you go,” I slur, and I feel drunk. I’m barely two inches inside of her, and I’m already mindless. “That’s good, Maven.”

“Dallas,” she begs, and my name has no right sounding so filthy coming from her mouth.

“I know. I know, baby.Fuck.”

“I don’t think—it’s too much—I?—”

I cut her off with a kiss and lift my hips, nearly bottoming out in her. “You can. We’re going to make it fit. You know why, pretty girl?”

“Why?” she whispers, and her eyes meet mine. She looks just as wrecked as I feel, and I swear my dick twitches inside of her at the sight. “Why, Dallas?”

“Because you’re mine, Maven. Now sit down, honey, and take what’s yours.”

She lifts onto her knees. Her pussy glides up my dick like she’s about to climb off of me, but then she spreads her legs a little wider. She sinks down, all the way down, and she fucking takes me just like I asked.

I’m not sure I’m even breathing. I think my heart stops and then jolts back to life when she bends from her hips and drags her tongue up my chest.

“So tight,” I manage to get out. “So wet. And all for me.”

“Look.” Maven curls her fingers around my chin and strokes my jaw. I melt under her touch. “Look at us together.”

I follow her gaze, and I don’t know where to stare first.

I watch her pussy work me up and down and my tongue almost falls out of my mouth when I see her drenched fucking thighs. My eyes dart to her chest, to her tits bouncing as she rides me. I find the sheen of sweat on her neck, and I want to lick it away.

I rest one hand on the small of her back, just above the curve of her ass. Holding her steady, I sit up and capture her nipple in my mouth, desperate to taste her.

“Am I doing okay?” I ask, and my teeth scrape over the pointed peak.

“You’re doing so well, Dallas,” she whispers. “You’re so good. No one fucks me like you do.”

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