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His hand jumps from my thigh to my core. He threads his fingers through mine to take over.

My legs fall open wider, giving him more access.

“You’re so goddamn wet.” He groans. “Come for me, lamb. Come.”

I do. I break apart inside, a rush of desire storms through me, splintering my control. Shaking from the orgasm, I call out his name.

As I fall back from it, he tugs his shirt off of me before he slides off the bed.

He moves quickly. Grabbing a condom package from a drawer in the table next to the bed. His cock is covered quickly as I rest my cheek against the blanket, trying to catch my breath.

“Over here.” He pats the edge of the bed. “On all fours, ass high.”

I scramble to get there as quickly as I can. My desire for his cock dictates each of my movements.

When I’m in place, he tugs me even closer to the edge. He’s standing next to the bed, and as he lines up to enter me frombehind, he trails his hand down my back until he slaps my ass cheek. “I’m not going to last long, sweet thing. This pussy owns me.”

I push back, wanting him now. “Please.”

His hands grip my hips as he slams into me in one swift thrust.

I cry out because there’s a sharp burst of pain before that morphs into pleasure. “You’re so deep.”

“Brace yourself,” he whispers into the silence of the room. “I promise you’re going to love this.”

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

Gaines

I dropone of my business cards on Eloise’s lap.

She drops her gaze to it, scooping it into her palm. “What’s this for?”

“Turn it over.”

She does just that and reads what’s written on the other side of it. “Nine, twelve, seventeen, and five.”

I nod.

She chuckles nervously. “I’m lost. What are these numbers for?”

“They’re a key code.”

“A key code,” she repeats, her gaze searching my face. “A key to what?”

My heart.

I want to say that, but truth be told, she stole that key the first time I saw her at the club. I’m not a romantic. I don’t claim to know how to sweep a woman off her feet, but this woman sitting on my bed has perfected the art of sweeping a man off his feet.

I’m that man, and as much as I want to deny it, I’m falling in love with her.

Hell, I’m beginning to think I did that more than two years ago when I first looked in her eyes.

I take a seat next to her.

She’s got my shirt back on and is bundled under one of the blankets on my bed. I’m back in jeans but there’s nothing under them. I don’t know if she’ll be up for another round before we fall asleep, but I could fuck this woman six times a day and still want more.

I close her fist around the card because I want it to hold onto it forever. “It’s the key code to my apartment. Use that code on the panel outside my door.”

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