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He craved her.

Hungered for her.

And then, he pulled out, only to slide back inside her, and he opened his eyes, staring into hers, then he moved down to watch his dick fill her.

Moving over her, he put his hands beside her head and took his time, pulling out his cock, until only the tip remained, then he slammed forward, forcing them both to cry out from pleasure. It consumed every part of him.

He slowed down, making her wait for every thrust, but then he sped up, so the bed hit the wall with the force of his thrusts. He just couldn’t help himself and he couldn’t stop it.

Finally, he eased back, because before he filled her with his cum, he wanted to feel her come all over his dick.

He stayed balls-deep within her but slid his fingers to her clit, and he watched her, feeling her pussy pulse around his dick. Jaxson had to grit his teeth as she tightened around him. He felt the change in her, going higher and higher to that peak, and the moment she went over the edge, he couldn’t take another second. He moved his hands out of the way and fucked her hard, driving inside her.

Jaxson joined her, barking her name through gritted teeth, as every nerve ending went on high alert and he came apart. It felt incredible. It always did with her.

“Don’t you prefer me as an alarm clock?” he asked.

Jaxson didn’t get to hear her answer, as in that next second, his cell phone rang, and it was his work phone. He groaned, pressing a kiss to her shoulders as he pulled back.

“Give me a second,” he said.

He had to pull out of her, and it pissed him off that his morning had been interrupted. Checking the number on his cell phone, he had no choice but to groan, because Cruz was the last person he wanted to speak to. Clicking the “accept call” button, he put his cell phone to his ear.

“Where the fuck are you?” Cruz asked, not allowing him to answer nicely.

“I said I would be there at eight.”

“It is fucking eight o’clock, you asshole.”

Jaxson frowned and moved the pillow out of the way, only to find that Tillie’s alarm clock was flashing. He reached for his watch that he placed on the side of the bed, and sure enough, it was five minutes past eight.

“Shit!”

“Yeah, and you promised you’d be here by eight. What kind of ser—”

“I’ll be right there.” He hung up his cell phone and ran a hand down his face. “Your alarm clock isn’t working,” he said.

Tillie frowned, moved across the bed, and winced. “Crap. I’ll change the batteries. It was working yesterday.”

Jaxson sighed. “I’ve got to go, and trust me, I do not want to cut this short, however, Cruz is a pain in the ass. Seriously, the guy needs to get laid.”

“Don’t do it, Jaxson. I told you all of that in confidence. Do not get involved.”

“I won’t, but come on, it would make my life easier.”

“And Kate would never trust me again, and I don’t know if you noticed, but it’s not like I have a lot of friends in town.”

“Bullshit, you have a lot of friends.”

“People like me and are nice to me, but I don’t actually have a whole load of friends. Kate’s the same.”

Jaxson pulled on his jeans and his shirt and leaned across the bed. “I’ll meet you for lunch. Bring Belle, we’ll have a picnic or something. We’ll talk more, then, I’ve got to go.”

Belle was at the back door, pawing at it, and he felt so bad. He let her out and quickly shouted up to Tillie that he had done that.

His woman was already rushing downstairs, belting up her robe. “I’ll take care of it,” she said, moving toward him and kissing him on the lips, before heading back toward the door where he’d let Belle out.

For a second, he watched Tillie go, just admiring the full curves of her ass, and the truth was, he couldn’t take his eyes away from her.