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His hands tighten around my hips, and he forces me up and down his length, harder, faster. His eyebrows furrow in concentration, and it doesn’t seem humanly possible but hegrows inside me, he bottoms out. I take a deep breath to take him in as he drives me up and down, harder, his sharp hipbones slamming against my inner thighs. My tits are bouncing… this man is making me come from the inside out.

I moan. “Mmm…”

“That’s it, baby girl. Squeeze me. Let that pussy throb all over me.”

My insides are rippling and spasming, making my thighs tremble, but the strength in his hands keeps me moving up and down over his cock.

Wetness pours out of me and right down his balls, encouraging him to thrust wildly. Finally, he releases, his hot cum spills inside me, fierce like molten lava, and I collapse my chest against his, my nipples scraping his skin. He reaches his fingers around and smooths them along my pussy lips, his dick still inside me, and the sensation is enough to make me weep.

He pulls his fingers away, and I ease myself off him and lie by his side, my core still thrumming.

That was everything. He rode me bare. My God, I never want to go back from here. And he never mentioned a condom…

I point out what to me is obvious but maybe for him, a tired mistake. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“No…” he says, unalarmed.

I reassure him even though he seems unfazed. “I’m on the pill.”

“Okay.”

I think for a minute. He’s so relaxed about it, and I get the impression he wasn’t even going to bring it up before the boo-boo. “You didn’t know I was on the pill before we did it, though.”

His body is heavy with relaxation. My head is on his chest, and I’m listening to the slowing of his heartbeat.

He caresses my arm. “What will be will be. I’m too old to not be trying.”

Not trying? As in for a kid? I’m doing my second happy dance inside my head. And then I pretend to be practical, even though really I’m not, but I just need to be sure he’s lucid. “We hardly just got back together, though. Like a couple hours ago.”

He nestles me closer. “What are you saying, woman? We’ve always been together.”

Just need to be clear. “So you weren’t worried about knocking me up?”

“Quite the opposite. I figured you knew what you were doing, too, making the decision for yourself. If you’re up for it, I am. Like I said, I’m getting old.”

His commitment is blinding. My body bubbles with an odd but beautiful feeling I’ve never had before. Like I’ve entered some new era of love… achieved a new level, because this guy is saying he wants me to be his baby mama.

But all too quickly, I know how much we still have ahead of us. Fletcher only just found out and… Chloe. God, if she was hysterical over the thought of me and Ashton dating, what would she do to us if I got pregnant?

I trace my finger on the skin of his chest. “You have no idea how much I like the sound of that but… maybe we should still be extra careful? Until everything is smoothed out?”

He kisses the top of my head. “If we have to go through hell, we’re going to do it like we own the damn place.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

After three weeks of long-distance,I’m so insanely in love with Ashton Dane that I want to run off and get married and sail into the sunset, but I decide it’s better to lie low. Our families know everything, and even though he has most of his stuff moved in with me, we keep PDA to a minimum in public, both in Starlight Canyon and elsewhere.

It’s not right, and it isn’t what Ashton wants. He told me we shouldn’t make ourselves small for the sake of another—especially a person who’s blackmailing him andholding his family to ransom. Though Fletcher has decided to go forward and announce this news so he doesn’t end up in the same predicament his brother was, I just need time. I revel in our privacy for those three weeks, just me and the love of my life, savoring every single moment when he’s home with me.

But when the day comes in his schedule to play his old team, the Los Angeles Raptors, he proposes a night away together and says he wants me to meet some of his friends from the team he played with for so many years. It’s hard to deny him this.

I’m doubtful, because all I can think about is in Los Angeles we’ll run into his hideous ex.

But he’s adamant.

We’re staying in a picture perfect, beautiful cliff-top hotel in Malibu, far away from the hustle and bustle of Hollywood. We spend the day hiking Escondido Falls and meandering through sage and ancient oaks, enjoying a waterfall the winter rains have made magnificent. We find a bench and eat fish tacos while staring at the ocean. Though I’ve seen oceans before, for this girl from a landlocked state, it never fails to draw a deep sense of awe. I can see why Ashton didn’t think it was too bad here, and he plans the perfect vacation for me by wrapping up the day with a surf lesson. I thought I’d do better with my balance from horse riding but I only got up once.

Our night in the Kobu Malibu was filled with the kind of mind-blowing, relaxing sex that only happens when two people are using a rented bed. Ashton was right… We needed this night away, because it sure has given me ideas for our bedroom at home. I revel in being treated like a queen to room service, in-room couples massage, and my boyfriend enduring my favorite Christmas rom-com.

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