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“So,” Alba grits out between her teeth, “good.”
Ah. Yeah, it is.
And I’m glad she can’t see my goofy grin right now. Glad she can’t see my sheer relief, and the shameless worship in my eyes, and the way I’d walk over hot coals to make her happy. I’d do anything.
“This is it, right?” Need to hear her say it, even after our confessions. “This is real. This is forever.”
“RSVP,” Alba says, and I know what she’s saying. Invitation accepted.
“Yeah?” My face presses against her hair, and I swallow past the lump in my throat. My cock twitches inside her, and I’m in a maelstrom of good feelings here. “You’re in?”
Alba reaches one arm back right as her ass hits my thighs. She hooks it around my neck, holding me close, and our heartbeats rattle along in time. “I’m all in.”
With the first roll of her hips, we both groan.
By the second roll, I’m panting.
She’s so tight and hot and slick, and every squeeze of her channel sends sparks down my spine. She’s overwhelming. She’s perfect.
And maybe I’d be embarrassed by the way I’m fraying at the seams, falling apart from a few bounces of her ass in my lap, but Alba’s just as bad, working herself on my shaft and moaning shamelessly.
No man has ever been this lucky. And I’ve been plenty blessed in my life—with the albums, the wealth, the success—but I’d give it all up in a heartbeat for a single minute of this.
My hand cracks against her ass, leaving a red hand print.
“Oh!” Alba bucks and grinds down harder, shaking her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just did that. Do it again.”
I smack her once more. Twice. Stare at the sight of her red bikini pulled to one side, at my hard length disappearing inside her over and over again, then count backward from twenty with my teeth gritted.
Every tendon in my body is taut. My gut is twisted tight, and sweat slides down my spine under my t-shirt. I’m too hot, and my jeans are sticking behind my knees.
“Next time,” I rasp, reaching around to rub her clit, “we’re getting naked. Fuck these clothes.”
Alba’s laugh pierces my chest, and my heart gives an answering lurch. “Whatever you want, baby.”
Jesus Christ.
“I want you.”
Want her flirty and grouchy and sleepy and bored. Want her every mood, every moment, every memory. And I wantthissensation, when Alba Hernandez goes still in my lap, her back pressed to my chest, her heart beating like crazy against me.
I keep rubbing, praying to every deity I can think of that this works. That this gets her there.
Sure enough, Alba shudders and twitches and sighs, her channel clamping down on me in a vise grip. And I think it can’t get any better, that surely I’ve peaked, but then she moans my name.
I barely hold out until she’s done, slumping against me—and then I’m coming too, hugging her close, biting down on her shoulder again. Filling her up with spurt after endless spurt, my body practically turning inside out as I empty inside her.
It’s sticky. Sore. So fucking good.
She’ll make fun of me for biting her shoulder again. As she should.
“Shower?” I say at last, smacking Alba’s thigh. She bounces up—I stifle my wince—and when she turns around, I’ve never seen her so flushed and happy.
“Shower. Let’s go.”
* * *
Six months later
