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I change the angle slightly and swivel my hips so I thrust up and fuck her exactly where she needs it. She cries out—a sound that travels directly from my ears to my cock, ripping a low, guttural growl from me.

“There.” She gasps. “Just like that.”

I maintain the position, watching the flush spread across her bouncing tits and up to her throat. It’s too enticing, and I can’t resist collaring her. My hand slips around her neck as I use my other on her hip for leverage so I can pound into her. Her cunt is so slick, so warm and tight. Fucking heaven.

Like her.

Her cries grow louder, both of us covered in a sheen of sweat.

“That’s it. You’re getting so close. I can feel it. Your pussy gets so hot and tight right before you come. I want all of it.”

She’s lost now. Her eyes are in the back of her head, and her pussy begins to tighten around me. Her hand moves between us, finding her clit, her fingers circling in time with my thrusts.

“Yes,” I encourage, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Show me what you need.”

Her movements become more frantic, her breathing irregular. All she can do is hold on as I fuck her mad. Until she can’t last another second. Until her body starts to spasm and thrash and her cunt soaks my cock. She rubs herself faster and I’m mesmerized, my eyes glued to her fingers and where I continue to pump in and out. She’s beautiful with her back arching, head thrown back, and a series of small cries escaping her lips.

I can feel my own release building, a pressure at the base of my spine that threatens to overwhelm me. I fight it, determined to watch her come undone first. Determined to fuck her through it and maybe—if I’m being really bold—get her to a third. She clenches me and I see stars, growling and biting my lip so hard I’m shocked I don’t draw blood.

Christ. That was intense. My turn now.

Only she has other plans because the moment she’s done coming, she uses the hand that was rubbing her clit to reach around and grab my balls.

“Fuck!” I yell as she gives them a squeeze and a pull.

It makes her spasm again, and the sensation of her pulsing around me and her hands working my balls is too much. I follow her over the edge, burying myself deep inside her as I release. Heavy jerks and shuddering thrusts as I spill everything I have inside her.

I’ve never come so bloody hard in my life.

We stay joined for a long moment, foreheads pressed together as we share breath.

Eventually, I slip from her body, but I can’t help it. I stare down and see the way my cum drips and I swirl a finger in it before I thrust two straight back in her.

“Ah! Loomis, no more. Not yet.”

Argh. This woman makes me feral.

Helping her down from the desk on shaky legs, we dress in comfortable silence, exchanging small smiles and touches. When we’re somewhat presentable again, I take her hand and lead her to the window. The city spreads out below us, a sea of lights that seem to mirror the stars above.

“So,” I say, wrapping my arms around her from behind and resting my chin on her shoulder. “What do you think of the place? You keen on it?”

She laughs, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. “I think it’s going to need childproofing.”

“Likely. Fen is a beast. Could you see yourself here with me? Growing a family?”

“Yes,” she says, and it feels like the most natural answer in the world. “Yes, I can see it. Us.”

“I love you. I know my life is chaotic, and I know this won’t always be easy. But I promise you, Keegan Fritz, I will never take a single day with you for granted.”

She turns in my arms and rises on tiptoes to kiss me, soft and lingering. “I love you too. And I’m not looking for easy. I’m looking for worth it.”

Outside, the sky is black, the city a symphony of lights. But here, at this moment, there is only us. The steady rhythm of my heartbeat against her, the promise of tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after.

“Worth it,” I echo, my voice filled with wonder. “That’s us, love. That’s absolutely us.”

I take her hand and lead her out of our new flat and into the car waiting for us downstairs. There are reporters and Keegan blushes, though I think she likely already knows the windows on this building are tinted and partially reflective. No one can see in. No one saw her.

I wave for the first time in weeks, no longer afraid.