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“Yes.” No turning back now. Better to ask for exactly what she wanted.

“How hard?”

She was going to lose it if he didn’t stop teasing her. Her body craved him, and he was only giving her a small bite of what he had to offer.

“So, fucking hard,” she heard the whine in her voice. “Please, Garrick.” She closed her eyes, not wanting to see her own reflection as she practically begged him.

“Such a good girl.” He released her hair and grabbed her hips with both hands, dragging her backward while driving his hips forward.

She yelped. In one fluid movement, he’d fully embedded himself inside her. He gave her no time to adjust. He just pulled back and began fucking her harder and harder.

Every drive forward stole her breath away. The sounds of his body slapping against her ass as he fucked her surrounded them.

“Look in the mirror.” He slapped her hip. “Watch this. Watch me fuck you like the dirty girl you are.”

One hand left her hip, and he wrapped it around her waist, finding her clit. She cried out as his finger circled her sensitive clit. The pleasure built to an unbearable measure.

“Please. Please.” She begged, arching her back, thrusting her ass back at him. “More. Fuck. More!”

He didn’t disappoint. Harder and harder. She rolled closer and closer to the edge of heaven. “Garrick! Yes!” She screamed as her body exploded, letting loose a wave of pleasure. Her muscles tensed and tightened. Her vision softened.

But he never let up. He grabbed her hips again, holding her steady, and drove into her over and over and over again. With a final grunt, he held her ass against his body while falling into his abyss.

She moved down to her elbows, letting her head hang down. She sucked in air, the ache between her legs taking root.

Slowly, he untangled himself from her body. Snatching his towel from the bench, he cleaned her up. Her neck and back no longer ached, but the inside of her felt abused.

He swung around her and sat on the bench, grabbing her hips and pulling her into his lap. She let him wrap his arms around her as she pressed her face into his neck.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you,” he said softly. She wasn’t sure if she was supposed to hear it or not, so she didn’t respond.

But one thing she was sure of, she could definitely get used to him.

CHAPTER24

Bastian

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Ariella stoodon the back porch typing on her phone while Bastian watched her through the large bay windows of the kitchen. He dragged his hand through his hair, pulling a little at the ends. She was getting more and more under his skin. Even watching her texting, with her hair blowing softly in the October wind, made him crave her.

The desire he’d had for her at home was nothing compared to the pull he had for her now. He’d been able to tamp down his want for her because he’d convinced himself she was out of reach. She wasn’t worth losing his job or life should Henry find out about it, but that was before he’d tasted her. And now he couldn’t get her out of his mind.

Watching her eyes light up with excitement when he told her about singing at Notes filled him with something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in too long. Pure joy. And he hadn’t even been the one receiving anything. It has been the simple act of bringing happiness to her.

She was worth losing any job; if it came to it, he’d throw himself in front of any threat to keep her safe.

“What’s she doing out there?” Garrick leaned into the window to get a better look.

“She’s texting with Finn.” Even Bastian heard the annoyance in his voice when he said Finn’s name. The man was just unreliable. He floundered too much for Bastian to truly trust him.

“Why is she outside in the cold doing it?” Garrick looked over his shoulder at Bastian.

Bastian grinned. “She said I was being too bossy.”

“And you let her?” Garrick pushed off the window with a frown.

“I wasn’t going to stop being bossy, so yeah.” Bastian laughed. “Calm down. She has her coat on.” He patted Garrick’s shoulder.

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