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With better leverage, I started to grind my hips, rocking into her. Immediately, her hands went to my shoulders, nails digging into the flesh there. I wasn’t surprised when she dragged them along my spine, clawing at me as she fought my kiss, trying to make me move faster but I wouldn’t be swayed.

She cried out when I rocked my full length along her covered slit, then moaned into my mouth as I repeated the move. Harder, I ground into her, making sure I found her clit with every thrust.

Her skin clung to mine by the time she was edging ever nearer, and that was when I moved faster because her sounds had gone from high-pitched mewls to guttural groans as if I were tearing them from her.

“Take your pleasure, Star. Own it,” I rumbled against her mouth. “It’s yours. You earned it.”

A hoarse sob escaped her, not soft like before but deep, from the soul, and she rode me back, nearly lifting us both off the damn bed in her desire to reciprocate the move.

She wriggled and writhed, seeking an orgasm, and just when I thought she’d give up, her body bowed beneath me.

It quivered like a bow that had been sprung.

She hovered in place until she gave a husky shout that saw her collapsing into the bed.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I grated out.

She shuddered beneath me, and when I thought she’d pull away to catch her breath, even though she had to be tired, she carried on until I found my release too. Both of us arched into one another, dry humping like teenagers who were scared to take it all the way. But fuck, it was perfect.

Shewas perfect.

Shouting out my climax while she held me in her embrace so tightly that I knew she didn’t want to let go of me, I came for the second time in as many days in my pants. If this was all we had together for the rest of my days on this planet, I’d take it because being with her like this was better than a thousand throw-away fucks which was what my sex life had amounted to in the past.

When I sank onto her, panting, the pleasure so goddamn intense that it was exhausting, I twisted us onto our sides again, one leg hooked over the other to stay tangled between the sheets.

I relaxed into the soft down and so did she, knowing that sleep was coming and embracing the newly budded trust that had formed between us.

Then, when I was an inch away from sleep, she whispered, “If I throw you out of bed, don’t be offended.”

The ramifications of ‘why’ made my eyes pop open, but around a yawn, I muttered, “It’s worth being tossed out of bed to fall asleep with you in it.”

Her arms clung to me, tightening as she nodded against my chest.

Shit would never get boring with Star around.

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STAR

Conor’s handremained glued to mine from the second we left the car to the moment we entered the old town of Dubrovnik. I knew why—he thought I might run off.

It was cute, really. And I wasn’t a woman built for cute. But Conor had a way of worming through my defenses. Earlier on had proven that. He was slippery and sly and just that perfect amount of charming to make me putty for him.

So, I let him hold my hand. Let him tug me close. He’d already given me more than he knew, so that was the least I could offer back.

Having visited the city before, its beauty didn’t come as much of a surprise to me, but Conor gaped at the slim streets, peering around corners while trying to hide the fact that he was seeking outGame of Thronesfilming locations from me.

My lips twitched every time he decided he just ‘needed’ a selfie at some random place.

A quick panoramic picture of what I knew from his awed mutterings were Blackwater Bay and the harbor at Kings Landing, followed up by a shot of the Jesuit staircase when we wandered deeper into the heart of the city.

When he tried not to pose outside The Rector’s Palace, AKA, Qarth, I told him, “You’d make a terrible spy.”

He arched a brow at me. “Do you know how often I get to leave the US?”

His little problem with the NSA made his journey to find me even more… God help me, romantic.

Disgusted by the notion that I was turningflowery, I quipped, “Rarely by the looks of it. You’re being a total tourist. It’s bad for my rep.”

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