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“I believe you,” I rush out, tears starting to blur my vision. “I believe you, Milo. I swear.”

“Don’t just believe in me, Max. Believe in us. Okay?”

“Okay. I can do that,” I whisper, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye.

Milo wipes it away with his thumb, then sucks it into his mouth.

“I want all of it. The good and the bad.”

My fingers clutch his shirt, pulling him down until his mouth is a breath away from mine.

“Then let’s start with the good.”

I don’t give him a chance to answer before pressing my lips to his. The moment he kisses me back, everything else ceases to matter. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against him as I slide my hands into his hair, holding him close while our mouths move together with an urgency that makes my heart race.

Milo kisses me like there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be. His fingers slip into my hair to cradle the back of my neck, while his other hand begins to lift my dress, bunching the fabric in his fist. He lets out a soft moan when I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, followed by a louder one when I part my legs, allowing him to settle between my thighs.

It’s my turn to gasp, though, the second he presses his hard cock against my slit, wet and eager for him to touch it. Milo’s thoughts must be in sync with my own, because sure enough, I feel his hand pull at my panties, tugging them down my legs.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I pant, catching his mouth with my own as I help kick my panties off me.

He smiles into our kiss, somehow making me feel adored and completely breathless at the same time.

But Milo doesn’t seem in any hurry, perfectly happy to keep kissing me while I’m a ball of need and want.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask between kisses, my fingers tugging at his shirt, craving him to take it off.

He nods but continues to kiss me, his tongue practically at war with mine now.

“Aren’t you going to put it on?” I ask after he’s giving me some room to breathe.

He smiles again against my lips again, and I swear he’s getting a kick at how needy I sound.

Tired of this game, I place my hands on his chest and push him up, his smile vanishing in an instant.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he says hurriedly, his gaze sweeping over me, searching for an injury that isn’t there.

When his eyes travel up my bare legs and land on my pussy, he goes completely still. His jaw ticks and his hands flex at his sides, the careful control he’d maintained until now beginning to slip. He licks his lips, his heady stare fixed on my wet core, utterly captivated by me.

Now that’s more like it.

“See anything you like, Fletcher?” I tease, pulling my dress up and over my head before tossing it aside. “What about now?” I add after quickly undoing my bra and flinging it to God knows where.

If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d probably laugh at the way his jaw clenches so hard.

“You don’t play fair, Morgan.”

“All’s fair in love and war, Fletcher.” I wink at him, biting the corner of my lip as he pulls his T-shirt over his head and tosses it onto the grass beside my dress.

My mouth waters when Milo straightens and begins to unbutton his jeans.

“What’s wrong, Morgan? You look a little flustered there,” he teases, though the rough edge to his voice tells me he’s just as hot and bothered as I am.

I’m about to think of something witty to say, but the moment he strips down to his boxers, every word in the dictionary abandons me.

Poof. Goodbye, Webster’s Dictionary. Nice knowing you.