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“You okay?” He waggled his eyebrows, inching closer.

I nodded, wanting to feel the weight of his body pressed into mine. Needing his skin to sear mine. I wanted the friction and the sweat. I wanted to wake up smelling like him and still feel the bruises from our bodies rubbing together.

The masculine scent rolled off him. He crushed my mouth. It was a kiss that tasted like sex and champagne. I moaned when he urged my legs wider. I clawed at his shoulders. Big strong arms that I’d wanted in my bed, now they were like pillars of muscle anchoring me to the mattress. I needed them now to brace for what was undoubtedly the most anticipated sexual experience of my life.

“Five years.” He broke away, licking my throat.

I moaned, arching my back, offering myself to him. “I know.” It was hard to speak.

Everything about our past had been hot, consuming, electric. I never pretended he didn’t leave a mark on me. I just wasn’t able to admit it to anyone. For the first time in years I was with him the way I had imagined it would be. I wondered what the mark would be this time. Would I survive it?

He nudged himself at my entrance. I sighed before the blistering friction began. He gave me seconds to adjust to his width. To recover from his massive shaft. It wasn’t possible. Knight’s cock was the stuff dreams were made of.

“Five years I’ve waited to do this,” he growled as he thrust inside me. Shit. He wasn’t the only one who had waited. He filled me, stretching, taking possession, claiming me as his. It felt fucking incredible. The fullness of him stole my breath.

Our eyes locked as the thrusts began slowly at first, then changed pace. My hips ground to meet his. The frenzy built. Our mouths crashed together. Our tongues lashed as Knight pumped in and out of me. The speed changed. Long slow movements as he sank deeper.

I whimpered at the intensity. I clung to him.

He cupped my breast as another kiss made my head spin. His hand canvassed my body until he was able to create a wedge enough to rake his fingers over my clit. The strokes rattled me. Broke me.

Bursts of noise sputtered from my throat. I came apart in his arms. Strong, loving arms.

“Fuck,” he grunted, giving in to his orgasm to match mine. “You’re mine, Kennedy. Finally,” he groaned in my ear.

I nodded. I would have agreed with anything, but that sentiment had always been true. I was Knight’s a long time before he ever took me to bed.

“Say it,” he growled. “I want to hear it.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered. “Yours.”

The climax swept through me. My veins were coated in glitter. My skin was dewey. My lips were swollen.

With a final grunt, Knight hilted himself inside me so deep I screamed toward the ceiling. He rooted himself as if this was home. As if our bodies were finally together. The crystals on the chandelier rattled and I felt the satisfaction down to my toes.

Knight nipped at my lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief. God, I loved seeing him happy.

“Hey, you.” He grinned.

“Hey,” I murmured softly. Was he glowing like I was? Did men do that? It sure as hell looked like it from this angle. I touched the side of his brow. He was drenched in sweat.

“Want to try out that tub in there?”

“That means we have to move.” I pouted. “I don’t think it’s possible.” The weight of him made it hard to breathe, but I didn’t want to budge. This felt good.

He chuckled. “You don’t have to move. I’ll do all the lifting for you.”

Before I knew what he was doing, Knight had collected me from the bed and strolled through the bathroom door. He kicked it open.

“See?”

I laughed. My arms draped around his neck. “This could be the start of something very complicated, you know that? We both have a lot at stake.”

“Like what?”

He lowered my feet to the floor. “Like business.” There was nothing else more important to either of us than continuing our legacies for our families. He was lying if he tried to convince me otherwise.

He spun the handles on the tub. It began to fill. The idea of soaking in the tub was soothing. Our bodies were sore. I wanted to soak until my fingers were pruned, and the water was tepid.

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