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I keep one hand on her ass and move the other up to her head, threading my fingers in her long hair and tugging on it hard enough that she tilts her head back so her neck is right in front of my mouth. I latch my lips against her throat and bite down gently, the salty taste of her sweaty skin sliding against my tongue as I continue to pull her up and down on my cock until I feel my balls start to swell with my release.
Her thighs tighten around mine and she hugs me as close to her body as possible while I continue to suck and nip at her throat. When I feel the noises she’s making vibrating against my lips and the sudden gush of fluid from her *, there’s nothing I can do to slow down my orgasm. With one last roll of my hips, I explode inside her body, feeling the walls of her * lock down on me like a vise as her own orgasm takes hold, feeding off of mine. She keeps sliding up and down my cock as she comes, her body milking me and prolonging my orgasm until I’m sure I’m going to pass out from pleasure. My cock jerks and pulses inside of her until I can feel my come spilling out of her and dripping down between our thighs.
When my release finally subsides, I flop back on top of the speaker, bringing Finnley with me until she’s sprawled across me, our chests rising and falling in the same hurried tempo as we come down from our high.
After a few minutes, she shifts her body and I feel her * clench around my cock one last time. I grab her hips and hold her in place, afraid if she moves again I’m going to lose my mind. My dick should be softening, completely satisfied by now, but I’m still hard. I can’t seem to get enough of her and I’m pretty sure if she moves her hips in the slightest way, I’m going to flip her over and start pounding into her all over again. I’d like nothing more than to do just that, but we need to talk. She said her piece, and now it’s my turn.
She told me she was afraid—and I can only pray that what I have to say won’t scare her even more.

Chapter 15—Line of Fire

EVERY SINGLE MUSCLE and bone in my body has turned to jelly. Somehow I find the energy to get up off of Collin’s chest, leaning down to pick up my discarded clothing while he walks over to the corner of the room and turns off the stereo.
Collin’s eyes follow my every movement as I step back into my panties and slide them up my legs, stopping when I see the look of undisguised misery on his face.
Immediately concerned that he’s having second thoughts about what happened between us, I feel my eyes tear up as I ask, “Everything ok?”
He crosses his arms across his chest, shaking his head as he growls out, “Fuck, no, everything is not ok. Baby, it’s sacrilege to cover that body up.”
I can’t help but smile at him. He just spent nearly an hour working me over, but I’m suddenly ready to go again. I’ve never felt this sexy or wanted in my entire life and it’s a heady feeling.
I’ve finish getting dressed and Collin has pulled his shirt back on and buttoned his pants when I hear the faint sound of men’s voices on the other side of the door.
“Shit. I have to get back to work. I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes,” he tells me, regret heavy in his voice as he walks over and wraps me in his arms.
Reaching up, I press my lips against his quickly before pulling back. “It’s fine. I need to get home and start purging my house of Jordan’s stuff.”
A flash of anger clouds Collin’s features at the mention of Jordan’s name.
“It’s okay, he’s not coming back. I told him I’d pack up all of his things and drop them off at his mom’s house,” I reassure him.
He visibly relaxes as he tightens his hold on me. “I have to work the next forty-eight straight hours and then I’m off for a few days. I’ll probably spend the first one catching up on sleep, but after that, you’re mine. Can you stop by my place then? There are some things we need to talk about.”