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“Luke.” I go limp, and he rolls over me.

“Can I?” he rasps. His lips are glistening from my sex, and I reach up to his face, nodding, still out of breath.

“Please,” I tell him. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

“Fuck, Abigail,” he says, fumbling at his bedside. “Condom,” he mutters, and I reach down to his cock, loving how it jerks at my touch, at the way his muscles contract.

Finally, he pulls the condom on, and a needy noise erupts from me.

He slips a hand under my head, the other on my hip, and just like that, I know.

I know I have nothing to be nervous about.

I’m in good hands with Luke Wolfe.

I trust him.

Chapter Twenty-two

Luke

I slide intoher slowly, and she’s so wet and ready and tight that I almost fucking come right away. Heaven. Abigail Hunt is heaven on earth, and I never want this moment to end.

Her mouth is pink and swollen, and I can’t take my eyes off her. The way her eyes half close in pleasure as I surge into her, her perfect cunt squeezing my cock as I start to work my hips faster.

“Luke,” she moans, and I grit my teeth together, stilling my hips, trying to drag it out, trying to make her come again.

“What do you need?” I manage, exerting some self-control. I’ve wanted her from the moment I walked into that boardroom, from the moment she laughed and made me feel lighter.

I want to give her whatever she wants. I want to give her the goddamn world, and I want to feel her come around my cock so bad I could fucking die.

My fingers curl into her damp hair, and I repeat the question, barely keeping myself from driving into her.

“More, harder, please, please,” she whines, her mismatched eyes meeting mine.

I slam into her, and she urges me on in a desperate whisper that’s going to be seared into my memory forever.

“Come for me,” I demand, my voice rough.

“Uh-huh,” she says, and when she starts to reach for her clit, I growl and catch her hand.

“That’s mine now,” I tell her fiercely.

“Touch me,” she says breathlessly.

“Yes,” I say, my balls drawing up as I get close.

The minute I touch her clit again, her eyes go wide, and she sucks in a harsh breath, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.

“Right there, right there,” she pants.

I touch her gently, slowing down, so fucking close to coming.

The next second, her cunt clamps around me, and then she sighs, going limp, a dreamy smile on her face. I pump in and out of her, wild with my need, wild for this woman, my rhythm forgotten.

The smile on her face sends me over the edge, and I bow over her, holding her close as I find my release.

“Abigail,” I whisper, and for a long time, I just hold her.