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I shoved two fingers inside her this time, devouring her as she finally let go. Her walls squeezed me tight as her release mixed against my tongue. She tasted like heaven.

Eleanor’s breath evened out, then turned to deep pants, trying to regain her composure. I wasn’t done with her—there was no time to let her calm down.

I stood to my full height and kicked off my pants and shoes before she could register what was going on. Grabbing her by the hips, I spun her so her front was facing the wall, pinning the top half of her body with my forearm.

“You’re rough, Mr. Stone,” she remarked, looking over her shoulder.

Leaning close to her ear, I growled, “I don’t hear you stopping me.”

Eleanor remained quiet even after I gave her an extra moment to reconsider.

Lining up my cock to her entrance, I shoved in hard and deep. Eleanor yelled and let out a sigh as she adjusted to the size. I looked down at where my length disappeared inside her and thrust again.

Watching Eleanor take all of me was erotic, hot. I leaned forward, bracing my hand on the wall, and used the other to wrap around her neck from behind.

I pounded into her, hard and unrelenting as I praised how well she took me. Her ass perfectly round and the best view as I slid between her thighs.

“You’re made for my cock, Eleanor.”

She was made for more than just that.

This woman was made for my mind, body, and soul, but that realization wasn’t one I was willing to fully consider at this moment in time.

Instead, I focused on how well she felt and how wet she was around my shaft as I fucked her.

Like the wicked woman she was, Eleanor shifted and changed the angle where I was penetrating her, causing a new sensation that felt too fucking good.

All it took was a few more pumps and I was spilling inside her. When the moment passed and the arousal was dissolving, I pulled out, and we both straightened. My body may have pulled away from Eleanor, but my mind, that was another story.

“I hate to say this,” Eleanor spoke, slumping against the wall to gather herself.

I needed a moment too, choosing to stand with my eyes closed and take a deep fucking breath before I moved to clean up.

“Hmm?” I hummed when I felt ready, tucking my shirt back into my dress pants, trying to regain a semblance of control.

She spun and walked past me, striding toward the dress she’d discarded by the door. Taking her sweet time answering, we both got dressed before she came back toward me. Her heels clicked against the floor, each step a tease, her hips swaying with that effortless grace that drove me mad.

I was completely gone for this woman.

“You know exactly what you’re doing,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips. “Sex with you is going to be very hard to beat.”

Her words ignited something primal in me. My cheeks burned, but not from embarrassment—anger flared through my body, every nerve on edge at the mere thought of Eleanor seeking satisfaction elsewhere.

The idea of her with someone else, someone trying to match the intensity I brought to her, made my blood boil. The thought of her in another man’s bed, tangled in sheets that weren’t mine, was unbearable.

Because after Eleanor, there was no one else for me. She’d ruined me and I’d let her.

“Before we leave,” Eleanor said, reaching behind her, struggling to zip the last bit of her dress. “I need to stop at the front and put a bid in on that painting.”

I stepped in without hesitation, grasping the zipper and gently guiding it up. As I finished, I leaned in, placing soft kisses along her shoulder, savoring the warmth of her skin one last time tonight. The intimacy was magnetic, and I couldn’t resist the pull to be closer, even for just a moment longer.

“It’s no use,” I murmured, pulling away reluctantly. “While you were in the bathroom, they announced someone bought it outright.”

“Rich pricks,” Eleanor muttered under her breath, the frustration in her tone making me chuckle to myself. Her candidness was one of the many things I admired about her.

I opened the door, ushering us back into the cool night air. This was a night that would be seared into my brain for years to come. Then again, so was every moment I’d shared with Eleanor.

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