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Like her, I’m at her beck and call, wanting to please her, build her pleasure, claim her for my own.

Keep her forever.

I shake the thought away, remnants of my earlier conversation with Dad getting their hooks in me.

I’m not stupid to think this arrangement with her lasts forever. No matter how hot the sex is, the chemistry exploding off the charts, we both agreed to the terms of a sham. I won’t be fooled into thinking there’s something real here.

“You good?” Her question is small, but it does the trick.

I meet her gaze in the mirror. “I’m great, Ships.” I slide her feet out a few inches, giving myself more room. I planned to eat her pussy, but I won’t get to see her face. My fingers will have to do.

One swipe of my finger along her seam has her head falling back, and a moan fills the room. “Eyes on the mirror, Marina. Open, so I can see you.”

“I’ll do my best,” she replies, but follows the direction for now. I push one finger inside, eliciting a whimper and her eyes shutting, popping open before I can comment. “I’m on the edge.”

“So you’re saying it won’t take much for the first one?” Another finger joins the first, twisting and curling on her insides, causing her body to sway.

“Nope. And you know how I like it,” she challenges, her voice and expression remaining apathetic. How she’s so in control suddenly, I don’t know.

It’s all the permission I need for my fingers to push in and out, my thumb circling her clit as she rides out her orgasm on my palm.

“Yes. Yes. Yesssss,” she hisses, her body moving with my actions. She bites her bottom lip into her mouth, and her eyes won’t stay open, but she’s a vision of beauty—sexual and ethereal.

I release my hand from between her legs only to replace it with my aching cock, loaded and ready to go again. It doesn’t seem to take much when Marina’s around, especially naked and stimulated.

My hands grasp onto her hips as I guide myself inside her channel until I’m seated all the way in. “Open those pretty eyes for me.” With a sigh, her eyes flutter open, the intensity darkened, hot and ready. “Gonna be fast. Keep your hands planted on the mirror.” I don’t give her a moment to react—I pull out and shove back in, pushing her body forward with the motion.

Her tight heat surrounds my cock, pulsing and squeezing, the end of one orgasm and the start of another. I’ve never felt so connected to a woman as I do in this moment. I’d liken it to the position, but it’s Marina. Like I’m under her spell. She’s north on a compass, and I’m magnetized to follow.

My eyes don’t move off her reflection as her arousal builds, the effects felt everywhere.

I piston in and out, letting my hands fall from her hips, my fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs. I’m so close but won’t let myself fall until she does.

Or we at least come together.

I used to think that was a fallacy. Marina Keeley proved it false.

My fingers reach up and tighten around her ponytail, tugging so her head leans back.

“Fall with me, Nero.”

The words barely out of her mouth, release claims me. I empty everything in me inside her as her walls clench around me, her moans and whimpers in tune with my grunts, a soundtrack composed.

When I’m spent, she’s worse, her arms having fallen from the mirror, her legs barely keeping her upright. I pull out, the mess getting everywhere, a problem for later. For now, I’ve got to let my girl rest and recover.

Lifting her, I carry Marina to the bed, laying her gently on top of the comforter.

“How am I supposed to go out with your sister after that?” Her eyes are still closed, and a smirk ravages her lips, and it unravels me further than I already am.

“Better yet, how am I supposed to let you leave while I’m here by myself after that?”

Her amused laughter tickles my ear. “That seems like a you problem, Champ.” Her arm reaches out as she attempts to smack me. “Let me rest for five minutes, then I’ll shower so I can be ready to meet your sister.”

The sparkle of her diamond sitting on the nightstand catches my gaze. The way it glimmers sure as fuck doesn’t seem fake.

CHAPTER 29

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