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Grabbing me by the hips, Neil dropped onto the mattress, with his back propped against the wall. He coaxed me up to straddle him, manhandling me into place. The thick curve of his cock sat heavy on his stomach as he leaned back. I finally managed to get my bra unhooked, shrugging it off and tossing it aside.

In an instant, Neil sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The weight of his rough palms settled on my ass with a squeeze. I closed my eyes, cradling his head against my chest. Wishing this moment could last for eternity.

The slick heat of Neil’s tongue traced my nipple and I stopped thinking entirely.

“Condom,” he mumbled into my cleavage. “In the nightstand.”

“Don’t care,” I said. “I tested clean last month. I’m still on the pill, too.”

And I don’t want a damn thing between us right now.

Neil pulled back to look up at me, searching my face. In response, I grasped the base of his cock and guided the blunt head to my entrance. With his jeans barely down to mid-thigh, the stiff denim scratched against my legs. He flattened his palm against my lower back, pushing me down onto his cock.

I closed my eyes with a sigh. He was right—it was a tight fit. I had to pause after an inch or two, adjusting to his size. But he was finally inside me again. And dear God, it felt fucking incredible.

When I anchored my hands on his chest, a glint of gold caught my attention.

His wedding ring, with the silver chain pooled in his collar bones. I hadn’t noticed it before, distracted by his chest and tattoos.

Neil circled his fingers around my wrist and brought my hand up to his mouth, kissing my palm. His stubble scraped my skin—a stark contrast to the heavenly glide of his cock.

This tough, tattooed biker with the stormy eyes and the grumpy demeanor still loved me. And he always would.

Chapter eleven

Kingpin

My fingers sank into the plush flesh of Hattie’s hips.

This didn’t mean she was coming back to me. It wouldn’t last, even if she wasn’t willing to see that yet. Hattie needed something normal right now in the midst of this trial breathing down her neck. She needed a few precious minutes where she didn’t have to be the strong one in her family.

She only surrendered that kind of control when she was with me.

Hattie twisted her fingers into the silver chain around my neck, stroking the golden curve of my wedding ring with her thumb.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I said. “Ride me like you fucking mean it.”

She rolled her hips faster, grinding on my cock. I couldn’t stop touching her, mapping every inch of her body with my palms. Her tits filled my hands just as perfectly as they used to years ago. And she still looked damn good on top of me like this.

Hattie tilted her head back, neck arched as she chased that high of pleasure. Her walls clenched my shaft in a soul-sucking grip, and it took every ounce of self control I possessed to make sure I didn’t blow my load in two seconds flat.

I trailed my palm down Hattie’s body, between her breasts, over her stomach, until I reached her clit. Stroking that desperately stiff peak with my thumb to match her rhythm.

“Neil,” she gasped, nearly a whimper. Her muscles contracted, trembling at the edge of the release she craved.

I fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her down to me. With her bare curves pressed against my chest, I sealed my mouth to hers. It feltso fucking goodto taste her again.

Locking an arm around Hattie’s waist, I held her in place as I thrust upward, hard and deep.

She broke the kiss with a moan. I licked a stripe up her exposed neck as my cock surged with pride. The slick sound of her pussy mingled with the breathless little noises she made every time I sank balls-deep inside her.

“Oh, baby, you’re fucking dripping down my cock,” I said through my teeth.

I could feel it—her cream coating my length, turning her thighs into a sticky mess.

Hattie gazed down at me, her eyes hazy with bliss.

Good.