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I want him so badly I’m about to burst with it. The more I fall into the vacuum of loving him, the more I realize there isn’t a line I won’t cross to be with him. Not anymore. Not after fighting to keep my distance and watching it all crumble the instant he touched me.

There are no lines left between us.

No boundaries.

No rights or wrongs.

No fucking shame.

Just him and me and this bed, and his fingers and mouth and the heat in his eyes sending a wrecking ball through the last of my resistance.

“I like watching you squirm,” he says, slowly withdrawing his fingers. “Do you have any idea how many times I thought about this? Hell, Jules. I jerked off to the fantasy of you in the bathroom the day I hired you.”

If I had a response, it scatters because his mouth is feasting between my thighs again. Between his tongue and fingers, it’s fucking sensation overload. I ball my hands to keep from moving them, but I’ve never wanted to grab someone’s head and hold them to me the way I do now.

It just isn’t enough. As much as his tongue is making me come unglued, I’m throbbing for his cock. My breasts ache for the hardness of his chest. I might go crazy if I don’t have him on top of me.

“I’m about to fall the fuck off the edge, Cash. I need you inside me.”

I want to open myself to him and let him live inside my heart. Deep down, I know he won’t break it. Despite the ring that’s still on his finger. Despite the complications in his life. I know he’ll protect my heart as fiercely as I’ll protect his.

The smile he gives me arrows straight to my soul. “Who can resist you when you talk like that?”

Grabbing my hips, he slams into me before I take my next breath. He drops his forehead against mine with a groan. But instead of closing his eyes, he pierces me with his thunderous stare, pulling his lower lip between his teeth. Pulling me deeper into the vortex of him.

“I love you.” The declaration is out of my mouth before I even thought of saying the words. Before I was ready to tell him. My cheeks flush hot as hell, and I veer my head away.

He tugs my face back to him until we’re gaze to gaze. “I’m so in love with you. Don’t doubt that for a second.” The fact that he says it in a raspy melody of need while our bodies are joined is somehow…everything.

My eyes fill with tears, on the verge of overflowing, just like my heart is, but I can’t find any fucks to give. All I find is the safety of our connection, the sizzle of his skin on mine as he buries himself in me.

“Jesus, Jules,” he groans, nipping at my lips. “I can’t get enough of you.” Arms shaking under the weight of everything crashing over us, he slows his thrusts, teasing me with the head of his cock.

“I need you.” My words tumble out in a continuous plea for more, and I arch my hips to bring him deeper.

“I’m right here,” he says, plunging home. “Everything I am is inside you.”

Holy hell.

His mouth eats up my soft cries as I writhe underneath him, powerless to stop. We come in a tidal wave of emotion, forehead to forehead.

Body to body.

Heart to heart.

He holds me as the fever calms and our heartbeats slow to a normal cadence. We don’t bother showering again, because when I look into his eyes, I know he’s going to take me until he can take me no more.

Fuck me until he’s had his fill.

Love me then leave me.

After a while, he sits at the edge of the bed and grabs his cell from the pocket of his discarded shorts. But his attention is on me instead of his phone. I prop myself up on elbow, unashamed of my nudity.

“Are you gonna leave?”

“I don’t want to leave you, Jules.”

“Then don’t.”