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“You couldn’t wait to tell them together?” I asked, slipping into bed.

“With everything going on, I just had to talk about something happy.”

“Relax.” I heaved her into my naked body. “I’m not even mad. I think it’s cute.”

She threw her leg around me, holding her hand high in the air, admiring the rock on her finger. She beamed before turning to me. I rolled my tongue over my bottom lip, admiring her beauty.

Slipping her hand under the blankets, she found my thigh. I shivered as her nails trailed up my leg, discovering my already semi-hard erection. She stroked my shaft up and down slowly, deliberately in time with her breathing. Nestling her lips into my nape, she flicked her tongue against my skin.

“I want to please you tonight.” She nipped my shoulder.

“You please me every night.”

Kissing my chest, she trailed her tongue down my abs and back up again. She sat up, throwing her leg over my body, straddling me. Grinding her arousal against mine in a figure eight, she bit her bottom lip. Suddenly, she dropped a long, red rope on my chest.

“Where did you even get that?”

“I grabbed it on the way upstairs.” She matched my expression.

“Turn around,” I ordered.

With an evil sneer painted on her face, she swiveled the other way, making sure she pressed herself harder against me. She knew by my tone that she was going to be waking up sore in the morning. She held her hands together behind her back, presenting her wrists to me. I took a mental snapshot of the way her heart-shaped backside curved on my middle.

Weaving the soft red rope, I secured her hands behind her back. She wiggled her arms. Coaxing her to lift up, she arched her back, rocking forward. Lining myself up with her entrance, I gripped the rope between her wrists, jerking her back onto my hard cock, forcing her to impale herself.

A loud incoherent cry erupted from her, followed by loud moaning. “I… love how… you fill… me up.” She forced herself hard against me, peering back over her shoulder. “How you fuck me like you own me.”

“Idoown you.” Dropping the rope, I squeezed her hips, guiding her back and forth with force. “I want to cum on my dirty little whore’s tits.”

The comment sent her over the edge quicker than I thought it would. Her sheath clamped down on my thick rod. “Oh fuck, Chance! I love when you fuck me like this.” Before she could slow her pace, I pushed her off me, getting on my knees. She lay on her side, biting her lip as she peered up into my gaze.

Slipping my hand behind her, I tugged the knot, freeing her wrists. The rope clung to one as she rolled onto her back. She cupped her breasts in her palms, tweaking her nipples as she watched me straddle her stomach. Pushing her tits together, she waited with labored breathing as I inched forward between her mounds. I thrusted through her tight cleavage, and she wrapped her lips around the tip of my cock each time I pushed up.

Reaching behind me, I hooked my fingers inside her pulsating center. She almost bit me when I pushed into her mouth. A twinge of pain flowed through my back where I’d been injured, but pleasing her was more important.

She lost herself again, arching her back, writhing beneath me. Suddenly, my hand was covered with her essence, leaving an enormous puddle beneath her.

“I fucking love when you squirt so much for me.” I growled. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to cum.”

“I need it in my mouth, please!”

She let go of her breasts, grabbing my hips, pulling me to her mouth. I lost my balance, falling forward, shoving myself deep into her throat. Catching one hand on the headboard, the other on her head, we moaned together as I released inside her warm throat.

Almost collapsing on her, I caught myself. Falling next to her, I pulled her close. Our chests heaved to the same rhythm, sweat beaded on our foreheads. She rolled toward me, throwing her leg and arm over me.

I winced, causing her to jerk back, but I laid my hand on her, bringing her closer. “It’s okay.” Removing the rope, I tossed it onto the floor. I was sore and wanted to shower, but before I could suggest going to the bathroom, exhaustion overcame me. I fell asleep.

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AMBER

“You wanted to see me, Mr. Knight?” I poked my head through Ian’s office door at Euphoria.

“Yes, Miss Wilson.” He waved me closer. “Come in.”

The office had no less than ten men in it. I avoided eye contact with them, sashaying in, aware of Chance leaning against the wall near Ian. Security was even tighter tonight. There was a bigger presence of black suits around both the exterior and interior of the club.

With heightened urgency between Ian and Luke, I wasn’t surprised. Since Tyler was fighting for his life and Chancewas supposed to berecovering from a gunshot wound, I was happy to have extra muscle around.

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