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“You know,” I muse, setting my beer on the table. “I like happy Ryder. A lot.”

“Yeah?” he smirks.

“Yeah, baby,” I say, reaching out to tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, letting my fingers linger against his skin. “Almost as much as I like desperate Ryder.”

The blush creeping up his cheeks is immediate. “You’re the worst.”

“Hmm,” I hum, dragging my fingers down his arm. “I don’t think so. If I recall correctly, you like me. A lot, even. Don’t ya, boyfriend?”

He scoffs, but he doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans in a little closer. “That’s debatable.”

I smirk, tilting his chin up with my fingers. “Oh, Ry, we both know it’s not. But don’t worry, I like you back just as much. Probably even more.”

“It’s not my fault I’m so irresistible,” he winks.

“Oh, believe me, I’m painfully aware.”

“You saying I’ve been your biggest weakness all along?” Ryder beams at me.

I roll my eyes. “Says the one who begged me to touch you while you came all over both of us like you’ve been waiting your whole life for it.”

“What can I say? You’re irresistible, too,” he says, laughing as his cheeks turn red.

“You’ve set the bar real high for how much you like me,” I smirk before continuing. “And my dick.”

He laughs for a moment, then grows serious, his mouth parts slightly. “I do. I really do,” he breathes.

I close the distance between us, my lips finding his in a kiss that’s soft but insistent. Ryder gasps against my mouth, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair. He mauls my mouth like it’s the oxygen he needs to breathe, and god, I want it all.

Ryder is objectively hot, with his wavy brown hair that always has that perfectly tousled, I-don’t-even-try look, and that tiny scar from his childhood above his left eyebrow only makes him more unfairly captivating. Ryder is a perfect contradiction—rugged charm wrapped in soft vulnerability—and I know I’ll never get enough of him. I want him every day for the rest of our lives, and even though I’ve barely had him, I know forever won’t be long enough with him.

There’s no going back. Not now. Not ever.

I break the kiss momentarily to tug my shirt over my head while he does the same. My fingers find the button of his jeans and push the fabric down his legs. “Hips up,” I say as I move to slide off his jeans and boxer briefs. Once they’re off, I waste no time, leaning forward to press a kiss to the tip of his cock before licking up and down his erection.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I say, my voice rough with want. And that—that is what he needs. I’ve learned Ryder loves praise during sex, and I want to constantly praise him, to give him everything he desires. His eyes darken, and his lips part as my words seem to light something inside him. He surges forward, his hands fumbling to get my pants off with absolutely no finesse until we’re both completely naked.

“You want to get out of your head? You want to just feel? You want me to take care of you?” I ask.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, please.”

My cock twitches at the way the word please falls from his pink, fuckable lips.

“I’ll take care of you, baby.”

He nods, and I know he’s done talking—at least for now. He’s ready to feel. Wants to ride the high of the last few days while everything still feels good. I slide off his lap and drop down onto my knees between his legs, letting my mouth trail down his body. Licking and sucking each of his nipples before moving to his cock. His hips jerk beneath me, and he lets out a low groan.

“Oh, fuck—Loge,” he gasps, his voice raw with pleasure.

The sound of my name falling from his lips makes me lust-drunk for him, and I take him to the back of my throat, humming around him before giving him a hard suck. He lets out a low groan, and I can’t stop the grin tugging at the corners of my mouth even as I keep my rhythm steady, bobbing up and down.

“Shit—Loge—fuck, that’s…so good. So fucking good.” His voice is already breathy, and his thighs are tense under my palms.

I pull off him slowly, letting my lips drag up his cock until he slips free with a soft, wet pop. His cock is glistening, and I can’t resist licking him from base to tip. He’s just so damn irresistible.

“You taste so fucking good, Ry,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “I could stay here all night, just like this, with your cock in my mouth. Hmm, we should try that sometime.”

“I don’t think I’d survive that,” he says on a breathless laugh.