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She was so fucking tight.

“Just like that,” she said in a breath as I picked up the pace, pumping into her hard enough to rock the whole shelf she was seated on. To make the cracks in the mirror behind her head spider out, erasing the reflected image of me from view.

“Is this what you want?” I asked, my upper lip curling as I fucked her harder.

“Yes.”

She tipped her hips up for me, allowing me even deeper. So deep she could barely catch her breath.

“That’s a good girl,” I cooed, releasing one thigh to grip the side of her face, forcing her to look at me. I wanted to see her ecstasy. Needed her to know that this meant the end of everything. And the beginning.

“Fuck, Corvus,” she whimpered, unclenching one hand from the shelf’s ledge to rub her greedy little clit, eyes boring into mine. The sight of her touching herself while I slammed into her almost sent me over the edge, and I had to shut my eyes, slow my breathing.

What was she doing to me?

I truly was coming undone. All my carefully erected walls coming down. The cement blocks of my control crumbling to fucking dust.

Dangerous.

Incredible.

Terrifying.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” she announced, and I bit down, my own orgasm shuddering down the length of my cock.

I dropped my head and pulled a pebbled nipple into my mouth, making her back arch as I bit down on it, forcing her to that summit before I hit it first.

She cried out as her orgasm took her, her convulsions milking my cock of everything it had to give. The sound of my own release mixing with hers.

A loudchinkwas the only warning that the shelf was going down, and I was almost too slow to catch her before she fell, rolling myself to take the brunt of the fall with my jeans tangled around my ankles so that she could land on my chest, my cock popping free of her cunt.

A little squeal left her lips as she landed hard on my chest, knocking the air from my lungs. Makeup pots and brushes jammed into my back, and I groaned, coughing to get a full breath.

She rolled off and our gazes met.

Then, she laughed.

A laugh that started deep in her belly and reverberated up through her throat, filling the whole room with its musical sound.

I laughed too, the sound foreign as it found its way past my lips. Deep and rich.

She kicked my leg as though it were my fault we broke the fucking shelf, and I kicked her right back, laughing harder.

She swiped a tear from her eye and sat up, looking around at the state of the room. At the state of us.

“We’re a fucking mess,” she said.

“You are,” Grey announced, and as one, our heads swiveled to the door, finding Grey standing there leaning against the doorframe with Becca next to him, covering her mouth with both hands, eyes wide as she took in her friend.

“Sorry!” Becca chirped and turned around, striding away from the door. I guessed she was one more person to add to the list of those that now knew my best kept secret. That was a problem. I glared at Grey, deciding to deal with him later.

“I was wondering when you were going to show up,” Ava Jade said to Grey. “Ten minutes earlier and you could have joined us.”

“Uh, Aves…”Becca trailed off, and I groaned sleepily, refusing to open my eyes even though light was searing the back of my eyelids. “Wake up, girl. I think someone left you a present.”

That had my attention piqued, but still my stiff joins protested movement as I rolled over in the bed to find Becca standing by the door leading down to the garage. She held up a smooth black box with a piece of paper taped to the top of it. Scrawled across it in black sharpie was a single word: Sparrow.

I pulled my pillow back over my head, the whole thing coming back to me now.

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