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“Ready for our workout?” Dick asked, then stopped dead as I turned around.

Fallon shrieked, hiding behind me.

“Not now, man, or you’re gonna make me a Little Dick, too.”

“Shit, s-sorry!”

“Out!” I yelled.

The door banged shut shortly after, and my focus returned to Fallon, who giggled as I swept my gaze over her perfect body. Ah, much better. “Arms up, beautiful,” I said.

She looked at the top bar and pouted. “I can’t reach.”

“Let me help with that.”

I lifted her, nuzzling into her tits as she gripped the bar. “Stop,” she said with a breathy laugh. “Or I’ll fall.”

“Now wrap those legs around me while I wrap you up.” My hands made quick work with the ribbon, tying her wrists to the top of the bar. When I was done, she was all set to go nowhere. “There we are. No flying away from me now.”

Her eyes looked like molten gold as I grabbed her thighs and nudged against her entrance. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” she whispered.

“Good. Now relax those legs and take that dick like a good girl.”

She didn’t have time to reply as I lined up and shoved in, her pussy still wet from my feasting.

I looked down at her, drinking in the curve of her lips as they popped open, and the way her eyelashes fluttered as they closed.

Every line, every angle, was perfection embodied in physical form.

Not because she was perfect—though if such a thing existed, she’d be it—but because it was her .

I’d take every part of her, good and bad, and wouldn’t change a thing.

If I didn’t win the trials, I could still be a happy man, because I’d found her. There was no better win than that.

She opened her eyes and looked at me then as if she could see every thought whirling around in my head.

Those bronze eyes had seen so much, and I thought…

I thought I might… A word popped into my head.

One that was far too scary for even me to face.

But the moment it arrived it was all I could think.

It had found a home now, even if the coward in me pushed it down deep to dwell on another day.

“What’s wrong?” she said as I stared. She wriggled, forgetting she couldn’t move her hands to touch me. “You disappeared for a moment.”

I hadn’t realised I’d stopped moving, even as I was still seated in her. “I just… I wanted to say…”

She waited, her chest moving quickly, but I shook my head. “It’s nothing. I just want to enjoy this moment with you. Before it all goes to hell again.”

Damn coward.

She sighed a little, as if in disappointment, but as quick as it came, she was smiling softly again. “So, enjoy me, Kayden. And don’t hold back.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I pulled out quickly, then eased back in nice and slow.

She groaned, her head tilting back as I took her, slowing the pace down and just relishing in the way her hips rolled as she circled on me, moving up and down and playing around the tip.

Fuck, that was sensitive. She giggled a little huskily and her breathing turned ragged as she worked me.

I liked this tempo. Hard and fast was always a good time, but this was passionate… intimate. “Tired, baby?”

“Yes,” she admitted, the word dragging.

“Let me.”

I quickened the pace, spreading her legs more and easing her into a backwards position so I could slam into her at a different angle.

She moaned, her legs shaking once again as I took her without rest. The more I pummelled, the more her body sagged, until she was hanging limp as I thrust again and again, harder, faster, full of urgency as her juices dripped down her thighs.

“Fuck,” I breathed, pumping so hard that sweat was beading on my forehead.

“Don’t stop, Kayden,” she breathed.

I cradled her body with one hand, using the other to circle her clit as she swung violently now, her legs banging against me. On the next swing, she hooked her ankles around each other behind my back. “I’m close,” I grunted as I looked down at my splayed angel.

“Fall with me, baby,” she said. “Fill me up.”

I groaned, holding out just long enough for her to cum so hard her legs shivered again. I spilled into her as she moaned, joining her as my cock pumped until I’d emptied fully inside of her.

When we were done, I pulled her close, letting her sag against my body as I held her tight.

“I think,” she said between pants, “we had a pretty good workout.”

“Pretty good?” I said in mock indignance. “Is that all?”

She smiled and nestled into my stomach. “The best. One I hope we can repeat many, many times from now.”

My heart did a stupid little jump at that sentence, that word popping into my head once again.

But for now, I kept my mouth shut and held the most important thing I’d ever claimed for myself.

I would have been content to stay there for a long while, but Fallon’s cuff buzzed, and her face paled as she looked at it.

“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Jeremiah,” she said, her brow knitting together. “He’s requested a meeting in his office.”