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Slowly, he entered my ass. Every one of my muscles gripped around him, sucking him inside me. Pleasure and pain coiled through my core, up my spine, and settled into the base of my neck. “Oh yes.”

His heavy breath filled the air as he thrust gently, filling me with every inch of his length. “Tia.” My name falling from his lips sent tingles rippling across my skin.

He took hold of my hips and drove into me with discipline and restraint. Time and time again. But then, hunger for more took over. He quickened his pace, adding more force and heat. As he penetrated me, my head lolled forward. I wanted to touch him, kiss him, but my cuffs held me in place. I was under his complete control. So hot.

Snaking one of his hands forward around my hip, he headed between my legs and embed his fingers inside my pussy. “You like that?”

“Fuck yes.” My voice was a breathless hot mess.

He pumped his fingers into me, and buried his cock into my behind, deeper and deeper. A guttural moan rumbled deep in his throat. “Hold on, baby. I got you.”

Rocking against him, I met every one of his thrusts. So. Damn. Good. But then, oh my. He hit that sweet spot deep inside me with a new vengeance. The combination of his fingers and cock hammering into me sent charged flames rushing to my core. Every one of my muscles gripped onto him. My toes curled. My breath panted. My knee ached but I didn’t want to stop. “Lewis. There. Oh. Yes.”

He slammed into me, filling me with his cock and fingers. Rubbing me. Pumping me. Riding me till I was on the edge.

“Lewis,” I hollered. “Fuck.” The most intense orgasm of my life shot through me. Sparks zapped every one of my nerve endings, even shocked every hair on my scalp. My body convulsed and shuddered as he pushed into me again and again.

“Argh,” he groaned, spilling his own release into me. Thrusting. Quaking. Jerking. Wrapping his arms around me, he crushed my back into his chest. As we rode out the wave of bliss, our breaths panted. His heart pounded against my shoulder blades. Sweat licked our skin. He smiled against my ear and withdrew his cock. “Damn. That was so fucking hot.”

He released my cuffs, then tossed them on the floor. He grabbed some tissues off my nightstand for us to clean up, then they joined my cuffs. Lying down, he drew me into his embrace. Facing each other, we kissed, touched, and smiled against each other’s lips.

He swiped my hair off my face. “I’ve had a lot of anal, but that—touching you, feeling you clench around my fingers while I fucked you—just took it to another level.”

“Gotta say, best anal I’ve ever had too.”

“I’ve kinda had a lot of experience in that area.” He chuckled, then softened his tone. “How are the wrists?”

I held up one hand. Red marks circled my skin. “Fine. Worth it.”

“Definitely.” He kissed me. Every flick of his tongue against mine made me crave more. Would I ever get my fill of him?

I didn’t want this bubble to burst. Didn’t want the way he turned me on to ever fade. As we touched, kissed, and came down off our high, my heart beat to a new rhythm. He’d brought me back to life. Made me feel like anything was possible.

Was I falling for him? Yep. How could I not?

But unease lurked in the pit of my gut. Every time something good happened to me, it all turned to shit. Was it possible to keep my relationship with Lewis a secret so nothing and no one could ever mess it up?

I wanted to stay out of the spotlight and didn’t want our lives and careers to get in the way. But inevitably, they would.

As the late afternoon sunshine steamed through my windows, we dozed in each other’s arms. We should shower. Get dressed. Go out to dinner. But being locked away in my room felt like heaven.

How long could we stay like this? Days? Weeks? Months?

Lewis’s cell phone beeped with a message.

Seconds.

He reached onto the floor and grabbed his shorts to get it.

He stared at the screen.

His body turned cold and rigid.

“What?” Concern chilled my blood. “Who is it?”

His brow furrowed. “Um...Emilio. He wants to talk. Come see me.”

My heart stilled. “Why?”