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I’m here, in the moment, and I am his.

His strong hands hold me open, forbidding the release of his restraint.

“I’m going to push my cock so far inside you”—his thumb runs over my clit, and my entire body convulses—“and fuck you until you come again.” His eyes remain with mine as he lowers to replace his thumb with his tongue.

It takes nearly everything I have not to come from the first lick. Then the nibbling starts, and it takes everything I have not to come again. Once his fingers enter me and the sucking ensues, I’m a goner.

Body trembling, heart thrashing, I’m lost to the continuous moment, absent of time. Caught in the space between the present, past, and future.

His body moves over mine, gliding flesh against flesh, and I feel the shift of us. No longer apart but together. Where we become one. A moment that will never be taken from us.

I love the weight of him against me. Smothered, trapped between the soft mattress and his hard, virile body. My inner muscles clench with the need to pull him inside me.

“Lix.” I breathe his name when he finally gives me what I crave.

He enters me, filling my soul with his essence. Proving we were meant to be. Validating everything I tried to deny.

I wrap my legs around his waist and take him in deep.

His palms hit the mattress. He lifts his upper body, exposing his glistening skin and vigorous muscles. So much power and passion. I swaddle his neck with my hands, needing to take back some control.

“This is what I want.” His fiery blue eyes glow down at me. “All I’ve ever wanted,” he says in a raspy labored tone.

His hips sway back, and he thrusts back inside, his eyes blazing with devotion and desire. I’m defenseless. I arch to meet each possessive thrust. Welcome the taking, the claiming of ownership of my body and mind.

I pull on his neck to drag his mouth to mine for a wet, tongue-lashing kiss.

“Lix, I’m so close,” I say against his swollen lips. “Please, I’m ready.”

“Fuck.” He pushes his body upward to regain control. “Yes,” he half growls, his connection unwavering. “I want to watch you.”

I squeeze his tense throat with my hands. “No. This time, I want to watch you. Come for me, Lix.”

“Chosen.” His eyes remain on me. “Fuck, baby.” The lines in his face deepen. His head tips back and eyes lower. He lets out a loud growl…

Chapter 23

The ringing of my cell awakens me. I reach over and grab it from the nightstand.

It’s Cole.

“Yeah,” I say in a low voice so as not to awaken Sleeping Beauty.

“It’s eight thirty. You coming to work?”

I glance to the left at Chosen’s naked shoulder. “No.”

“No?” His voice hitches.

I roll over, gathering a few strands of her soft hair in my fingers. Not ready to let go. “I can’t make it in today.”

There’s a stretch of silence. Then I hear Cole sigh. “Is she there?”

“Yeah.” No sense in lying. Cole’s intuitive.

While I’m not one for labels, I think I made Chosen my girlfriend last night. If this works out, my brothers are going to find out.

“Okay, bro. I’ll handle Brett. Hell, you haven’t called off in ten years. He’ll get over it.”

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