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She’s so tight, gripping me like a vice as I piston my hips back and forth, slowly at first. This woman is nothing short of a damn electrical storm. Each buck in and out of her renders me speechless.

“I’m coming,” she cries, gripping my ass. “Nash!”

I ride her through it, loving how I make her come undone so easily. Her nails dig into my ass, and I can’t get enough.

I roll us over, so she’s on top. “Dreamed about this that first day I met you,” I mutter into her neck. “Now is probably not the time for all the mushy stuff, but we have something, D. Do you feel it, too?”

She gazes down at me, her eyes softening. “I wanted to fight it,” she whispers. “So badly. Maybe a part of me didn’t feel as if I was worthy, or what you’d think of me if you knew the truth⁠—”

My eyebrows knit together. “The truth about what?”

“Everything, but first, I want to ride this dick like it’s never been ridden before.”

I sit up and kiss her. “I thought you were perfect before, but you really have a knack with words.”

She grins, kissing me back. “Took a sunshine sheriff to bring it out in me.”

I grip her hips with both my hands. “You’re not about to see Sunshine Sheriff here, Princess, but I am gonna make you scream.”

CHAPTER 12

DIAMOND

He fills me so full. His dick is so damn perfect. I wasn’t lying when I said he tasted like a dream. He does. I don’t think I could ever get my fill of him.

I press my palms against his chest as he lifts my body up and down. I tip my head back, enjoying every sensation. He sits up slightly, enough to cover my nipple with his mouth, and I let him. He’s right, I love my tits being played with, and Nash has a real fucking knack for it.

I’m so slippery, it’s embarrassing, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I slide up and down his huge cock, feeling every vein, every ridge, every thrust. I’m addicted to this man.

Maybe I knew it that first day, and that’s why I gave him such a hard time. The chemistry between us is undeniable. I know that now, and I don’t want to fight it. I want so much more.

The emotions bubbling inside stun me. I’m not like this. I don’t get attached. Granted, I haven’t had a guy in my bed for a while, but when I did, it was just sex. Nothing serious. But with Nash? It feels so different. Like I could build a life with him.

Am I crazy? I barely know him.

“I want it, baby,” he groans, watching my every move as he flops onto the mattress. “I want all of it, too.”

I glance down at him, my eyes narrowing. “You can read minds as well?”

His lips twitch. “No, but I seem to be able to read your body language.” He caresses my skin so softly, so perfectly, not like the brute who just threw me down on the bed—don’t get me wrong, I love that version of him, too.

Love.

Oh, jeez. I think we just flew way past complicated. I ride him harder, trying to shut out the thoughts invading my mind. This is supposed to be just sex. Nothing more.

But I know I’m kidding myself. This was never only about sex. Not with Nash.

“So good,” I cry out, slamming down harder. His grip on my hips tightens, and then we’re fucking. It’s so hard, so tight, so good, it borders on painful—but in all the right ways.

“Nash!” I cry.

“That’s it, baby. Scream my name.”

I do, coming undone as he rides me through it, but Nash isn’t done. Oh no, not by a long shot.

He rolls us over again, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he shifts, his palms on either side of my head. “You have no clue how fucking perfect you are, Diamond, do you?”

He shunts his hips, still thrusting hard, but the pace has slowed. I know he’s trying to drag out his next orgasm. I wish I could say the same.