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But, nevertheless, I couldn’t not wear this set.

And judging by the look Bradley is giving me right now, I’d say it’s worked.

He watches me like he wants to devour me. There’s something in the way he looks at me. He’s controlling, but in the most delicious way—never overpowering, just enough to motivate me to do what he asks. And let’s be honest, I’d do just about anything if he asked me to.

I slowly peel off my bra, tossing it aside, and my underwear follows next. Bradley watches me intently, his gaze heating my skin. My mouth gapes open as he lifts a hand to palm his hard cock, giving it a tug and squeezing the tip. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers.

He towers over me, pressing me into the bed, his touch so arousing. His hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me. I arch my back, craving more of his touch.

“You like when I touch you like this?” he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

“Yes,” I breathe out, my body responding to his touch.

He takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting, before moving to the other. As he does this, his hand trails down, his fingers finding my clit easily. He dips a finger inside, and I finally feel how wet I actually am.

“So fucking wet, fuck,” he groans. “Is this all for me, sunshine?”

I nod, my breath coming in short, excited gasps, barely able to contain a whimper of pleasure.

“It’s all for you,” I manage to say.

“Fucking oath it is,” he says before capturing my mouth in a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle, and his hand coasts up my torso. I arch into his touch, a blaze of heat lighting me up from the inside out as he rubs his thumb over my clit. I start feeling that familiar tension build up at my core. As he continues to coax my clit to attention with his thumb, his erection strains against me, and I can’t stop looking at it.

I snake a hand down my stomach to palm his rock-hard erection, and he groans loudly. “Fuck, Amelia.”

Suddenly, he stops, pulling back slightly. “What?” I ask, a mix of frustration and concern in my voice.

“I don’t have a condom,” he admits, his expression serious.

A smile tugs at my lips, embarrassment coursing through my veins. “I have one.”

His eyebrows shoot up in disbelief, but I turn to my bedside table and grab the three foiled packets that had also been an added surprise in the parcel from Jamie and Kristie this morning. Maybe a thanksneeds to go out to the girls, after all.

“Don’t ask, just know they came from Jamie and Kristie.”

He laughs softly before nodding, taking one of the packets and ripping it open with his teeth. He sheathes his impressive erection, and I watch in awe.

He positions me comfortably on my back, gently pushing my legs further apart before bracing himself over me. He leans down to kiss me, his kiss long and deep.

I whisper against his mouth, “I’m nervous.”

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs reassuringly. As he begins to move closer, I stop him, placing my hands on his chest.

“Wait. What if it doesn’t fit?” I blurt out, my anticipation of potential discomfort evident.

He chuckles softly. “We’re going to make it fit, Mills. Nice and slow.” His words soothe the tension, calming my nerves. “Just keep looking at me,” he whispers against my lips, his hand slipping between our bodies again, his thumb finding my clit. Sitting up, positioned in front of me, with my legs wrapped around his waist, I watch as he grips his impressive erection, rubbing the crown up and down my folds. I arch my back at the sensation.

Oh, that feels so good.

He positions his tip at my entrance, and I can only nod, locking my eyes with his as he pushes forward. I grip the sheets at my sides, bracing myself against the tight resistance of my body. I bite my lip to stifle a whimper, my breaths turning ragged. He encounters more resistance, and I hold my breath. “Oh, God. I don’t think I can takeit.”

“You can take it, baby. Breathe. Deep breaths. Once the crown passes through, it’ll be smooth sailing from there.”

My eyes widen. “Oh my god. You mean that’s only the tip?”

Sitting up, I look down to see our bodies joined, confirming that not even half of him is inside me yet. God help me.

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “Still have another six inches to go.”