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No space. Nothing but her skin and his own as she clasped him again and again in her warm body. He wrapped his arm around to cup her breast and tug at her nipple ring that matched his own.
Hers were jeweled and the hit of pain from the diamonds curling under the tip of her nipple brought him back into focus. He didn’t want to come yet.
Stretching it out was his only goal. He wanted her completely lost to him, completely out of her head.
He released the headboard and plucked and rolled her other nipple until both of her full breasts overflowed his hands. All the while their thighs slapped and the wet heat between them was the only song they needed.
She held onto the headboard with one hand and arched back against him, her other hand gripping his hair as she screamed out his name.
He didn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop.
There was no way to slow the freight train of lust and love engulfing him for this woman.
His thighs shook in reaction to the unrelenting pace until he had no choice but to let go.
He came so hard the fucking room blurred and his ears rang. The bloom of her honeysuckle-drenched skin was the first thing he became aware of.
The second was that somehow they’d melted down into the bed. His cheek was stuck to her back and their legs were a tangle in the wrecked bedsheets.
Margo’s face was pressed into a pillow and her dark hair snaked down her golden back, the ends teasing his nose.
Sweet fuck, he’d literally fucked them both into a coma.
Then he grinned.
“Is it wrong I can feel you smiling into my skin?” Margo’s voice was sleepy and muffled.
Simon lowered to kiss her ass cheek before he inched up to curl around her spoon-style. “Nope. Not wrong at all.” He tucked his chin against her shoulder. “I’m pretty sure you tried to kill me.”
“Me?” She peeked over her shoulder at him. “You’re not the one who has a new branding along your palm.” She held up her hand and sure enough, the carving in the headboard was dented into her skin.
He pulled her hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss to the heel of her hand. “I wish I could say I’m sorry. Unless, of course, it hurts. Then, yes, I’m very sorry.”
She laughed. “No, just a little surprised to see it there.” She slid her arms over his, currently wrapped around her waist. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” She twisted in his embrace until they were facing each other. “How much I needed to feel close to you.”
“I’m right here, babe.” He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m always right here.”
Her eyes went shiny and a stray tear trailed over her cheek. “I know.”
“Hey.” He brushed the trail of wetness away. “What’s this?”
“Nothing.” She hid her face in his neck.
“Come on, Margo. Don’t hide from me. I know something’s been bothering you. Is it your sister?”
“No. Well, not just my sister.” She sniffled against his neck.
“Then what?”
“It’s stupid.”
He hugged her tighter. “No, it’s not.” He tugged on her hair until she stopped hiding. “It’s not. I’m here for whatever you need.”
She huffed out a sigh. “I feel so stupid and guilty. I can’t begin to know how Jules is feeling. Or Harper for that matter, but all I can keep thinking is…”
He cupped her face. “What if it was me?”
