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My woman deserved a pounding that turned her brain off. I didn’t want her thinking about anything or anyone else. Not that damn trial. Not Seattle.

And definitely not her search to find another man.

I wanted her to feel it all—stretched around my cock, taking every inch, her nipples scraping my chest. She writhed against me, seeking even more friction. I pressed my face into the curve of her neck, pinching at her jawline with my teeth.

“Brace yourself, baby,” I said. “You’re gonna need it.”

Hattie bit her lower lip with anticipation, propping her hands on the wall behind my head. I sucked at her nipples, biting the heavy curve of her breasts.

Then I gripped the meat of her thighs and set a punishing pace, jackhammering into her needy pussy. My ribs hurt like hell, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I wouldn’t stop now, not after waiting so long to feel Hattie wrapped around me like this again.

Within seconds, Hattie’s arms began to shake. She bowed her head, breathing shallow and fast. Her pussy clenched around my length with her impending orgasm.

“That’s it, honey,” I murmured. “Come all over my cock. Milk me dry.”

I slipped one hand between our bodies, pressing hard against her clit. Hattie shattered, swearing like a sailor as she came, muffled in my shoulder. I couldn’t last much longer, and I managed a few sloppy pumps through her orgasm, fighting the ruthless squeeze of her walls.

After one final stroke, I thrust deep, spilling into her with a groan. Hattie gave a satisfied hum and wiggled her hips slowly. She snuggled into my chest, staying firmly seated on my cock.

Sheathed in her silky heat was nothing short of heaven.

I cupped my palm to Hattie’s cheek and tilted her head up just far enough to look at me. Her chocolate brown eyes were soft and clear, but I could see the conflicting emotions already beginning to brew. It was only a matter of time before she made her excuses and put distance between us again.

I said nothing.

Didn’t try to change her mind. Didn’t attempt to convince her to stay. All I did was kiss her, tangling my tongue with hers in a hot, wet glide, until she went boneless in my embrace.

Her ex-husband’s cock had stretched her open again with the proper fucking that she’d been missing for all these years. Andnow, my taste would linger in her mouth, long after she’d left the clubhouse.

All too soon for my liking, Hattie began to stir. My ribs felt like they were on fire, but I didn’t regret a single second of it. Not when her legs were tangled with mine, and our bodies were slotted together.

“Five more minutes,” I said, tightening my arm around her waist.

Hattie laughed softly, her breath warm and faint against the side of my neck.

“You said that twice already.”

“And I’ll probably say it again.”

“Then that would add up to fifteen minutes,” Hattie pointed out. “We need to work on your math skills.”

I grumbled at her school teacher attitude, sweeping my knuckles down the slope of her bare spine.

“Last I checked, I can count your orgasms just fine. Do you need proof?”

Without giving her a chance to respond, I twisted, pressing her back against the mattress. I smoothed my palms down her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. My mouth watered at the sight of her pink pussy on display.

Hattie pushed at my head with a friendly shove, laughing.

“God, Neil, you’re relentless. I really need to get cleaned up. I’ve already been gone too long as it is. Connie will be worried about me.”

Begrudgingly, I moved aside as she sat up, wrapping the sheets around herself.

“Then call her,” I said. “Why do you have to put your clothes back on for that?”

Hattie shot me a look over her shoulder.

“You can’t hold me hostage in bed all day. Besides, don’t you have club business to take care of?”