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“Oh, my fucking gawd!!!” she screamed, sat up and her pussy squirted on my chest. It was the hottest shit I had ever witnessed. Phoebe lost it as she pushed me down on my back, pulled my aching dick from my briefs and dropped down, impaling herself on my length.

“Fuck!” I growled, gripped her hips tight, calming her as best as I could, but she wasn’t calming for shit. Her eyes were wild, breathing erratically.

I gave her a few seconds to ride me hard and fast before I flipped her over and drove my hips into her, pounding into her just like I knew she loved.

I kept my eyes on her and she on me, as we fucked each other with abandoned control. I threw her legs over my shoulder, sat up and slammed into her repeatedly, my thrusts growing more violent as she cried out my name, slapped my ass and encouraged me to fuck her harder.

When she came for the third time, I slowed down, not wanting to release just yet, but I felt it building. I moved us to our sides, our hips rotating rhythmically. We kissed languidly, taking the breaths from the other for ourselves.

We barely spoke, allowing our eyes and touches to do the talking for us.

When we finally found our release, I swear we both passed the fuck out. The next thing I remembered was my alarm going off. I felt exhausted, as if I had just fallen asleep. I slid out of her slowly and she barely moved.

Unable to resist her, I touched her cheeks, caressing her softly. It was official. I loved this woman with every fiber of my being. I wasn’t sure how she would receive me, the real me, but she would learn because I wasn’t giving her up. No fucking way.

I kissed her forehead before getting up and heading into my bathroom. At some point, she and I needed to talk. I wasn’t sure when that would be, but it would be sooner than later.

I turned on the shower and stepped into the hot stream, a smile on my face.

“Thanks, MJ,” I whispered, and I could have sworn I heard her reply.

“You’re welcome.”

CHAPTER11

PHOEBE

The following morning…

I woke to the feel of someone kissing my forehead. I inhaled deeply, his scent bombarding my senses. I smiled, opening my eyes to the glorious view of Lock Mills. Damn, he was so fine, especially up close. I leaned back further as I knew I looked a hot mess, and my breath was probably reeking.

I covered my mouth with the covers, but still managed to smile at him.

“Good morning,” I said to him. I noticed he was dressed, and I glanced at the clock in his room. It was ten minutes after eleven. My eyes widened, and I started to get up. “I’m sorry. I can go back—”

“What are you… No,” he pushed me back down. “Lay back down, Phoebe. You don’t have to get up.”

I did as ordered and kept hesitant eyes on him.

“Go back to sleep. I just wanted to tell you that I was leaving.”

I relaxed a little, not completely though. I wasn’t sure what the catch was or how hard the ball would drop.

“Oh, okay.”

Lock caressed my forehead, pushing my wild hair away from my face. “You and your girls are going to the mall today, correct?” I nodded, speechless, as his touch ignited my body, awakening desires only he could fulfill. I kept my freakiness in check, though, and focused on his eyes. No, not those beautiful things. Okay, maybe his lips… fuck… no, that’s averybad idea.

“Phoebe,” came out in a rush and I jerked back from him, startled, more than anything else.

“Sorry, umm, what did you say?”

Lock shook his head, but I saw a smile creep along his gorgeous face.

“You’re going to the mall with Ayana and Noelle. Lester and Homer will be with you. Make sure you stay by them and don’t let Ayana talk you into ditching your protection detail.”

I gave him an innocent look. “What do you mean, she would never?”

He snorted. “Oh please, she does that shit all the time. Don’t let her do it today. Too much is at stake, got it?”

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