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He pushes into me in slow increments, watching me intently for any signs of distress. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So hot and tight and wet.” He throws his head back. “Ah, God, you just got wetter. I love that.”

“I love when you talk to me when we do this.”

“Do you love when I talk dirty to you?”

“I love it all.”

His hips pivot, and he’s finally fully seated inside me, throbbing and hot as my body adapts to his size.

“Are all men as big as you are? Down there?”

“Fuck,” he growls, and I swear he gets even bigger. “You know how to make a guy feel good, baby.”

“You know how to make me feel good.”

“Does it feel good?”

“It feels amazing. And tight. Very, very tight.”

“We’re a perfect fit.” He pulls back ever so slightly before pressing forward again. “I’m right on the edge. Is it okay if I move a little?”

“Please move.”

“I want you to keep your eyes open and on me, okay?”

I bite my lip and nod. My inner thighs are trembling from the pressure of keeping my legs so far apart.

“What’s your safe word?”

“Fluff.”

The dog lets out an indignant snort and begins to snore again.

Flynn smiles down at me. “I’m surprised she’s allowing such scandalous behavior in her bed.”

I’m on the verge of a witty reply when he begins to move faster. He’s propped up on his hands, watching me carefully as his hips pivot with increasingly urgent movements in and out of me. It feels so good. My eyes want to close, but I keep them open and fixed on him so there can be no chance of panic.

I move with him, picking up his rhythm and experiencing a profound sense of belonging to him.

“I’m going to look away, sweetheart. You stop me if you don’t feel right. Okay?”

“Okay,” I say on a long exhale.

His right hand holds him up while he bends to capture my right nipple in his mouth, and his left hand reaches down to where we’re joined, touching me exactly where I need him. I’m hovering at the edge of release when his teeth tighten on my nipple and he pinches my clit, triggering my orgasm and his.

“Ah, God,” he says when he comes down on top of me, capturing my lips in a deep kiss.

He kisses between my breasts, his forehead resting against my chest.

I comb my fingers through sweat-dampened hair, massaging his scalp, which makes him sigh with what sounds like contentment. I hope it is.

I’m going to make him happy. No matter what I have to do, I will make him happy. Despite my determination, a niggle of doubt begins to take hold. What if I can’t do it? What if I just can’t be what he needs?





Chapter 13





Her panic attack has left me totally undone. I don’t want to be afraid to touch her, but I am. I’m terrified of doing something to bring that fear back to her eyes. If I never see that again, it will be too soon. It’s like navigating a minefield, not knowing what will set off the panic.

Her fear was loud and scary. Mine was silent but no less terrifying.

The most pervasive thought in my head is thank God I didn’t give in to the guilt and tell her about the club. That would’ve been a fatal error. She never would’ve married me if she knew about that.

When my racing heart finally returns to a normal beat, I kiss her and withdraw to go into the bathroom to get a towel to clean her up. Then I use it myself and drop it to the floor before I crawl back into bed with her.

She curls up to me, her hand on my belly. “Thank you for what you did.”

“What did I do?”

“You gave me exactly what I needed when I needed it. Most guys would’ve run screaming for a lawyer after that show I put on.”

“I’m not most guys, sweetheart, and I will never leave you. Ever.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if this is too much for you.”

It pains me that she’s worried about me right now. “I’m going to pretend like you didn’t say that. I knew exactly what I was getting when I said ‘I do’ earlier, and nothing has changed since then except now you can’t get an annulment.”

I feel her lips curve against my chest. “That’s the last thing I want.”

“It’s the last thing I want, too.” I hug her in closer to me. “I’ve got everything I want right here.”