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“God, I love when you sound like that,” she says breathlessly. “You gonna be a good boy for me?”

I snap my eyes open. “Keep this up, and I’m flipping you over and taking back what’s mine.”

“You’re not gonna let me wreck you, baby?” she teases, moving faster.

Already, my vision goes hazy as my release barrels through me. But there’s no fucking way I’ll come before she does. I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass, desperate to take over, to send her hurtling into the abyss.

But she stops. She literally fucking stops.

No way. Is she going to leave me like this? Throbbing, aching, on the verge of my orgasm?

Fuck that.

In one move, I push myself up and flip her onto her back. Hair splayed against my sheets, she breaks into a mischievous smile. God, this girl. She played me so fucking well.

“Had your fun?” I ask as I pump into her.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums, wrapping her arms around me. “You’re just as much mine as I am yours.”

“Never doubt it.” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and release it with a pop.

With my hands under her ass, I pound into her hard and fast, chasing the orgasm she deprived me of, driving her toward her own. She chants my name, moaning and whimpering, dragging her nails down my arms as I bury myself to the hilt.

“Fuck.” I close my eyes, reveling in painful pleasure. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

At my praise, her body trembles, and she falls apart, her pussy clamping around my dick. A few more pumps, and I’m a goner too, spilling myself inside her again.

Best fucking day of my life.

The warm waterspills over us, the steam curling around our bodies. Holding her to me, her back pressed to my chest, I drag my loofah over her stomach.

After sex like that, my girl needs aftercare. Slow strokes, gentle touches, light kisses. All I want is to take care of her, to pamper her after she let me wreck her again.

She turns in my arms and drags her hands over my chest and up my neck until they’re wrapped around my shoulders.

“This tattoo on your chest…” she murmurs.

I smirk. “You saw it that first night at the lake house.” I skim my fingers down her ribs. “Why are you just now asking?”

She rakes her fingers through my hair and tugs. “Why did you get it?”

“Because if I couldn’t have you, I wanted to keep you with me. No matter how far away you were, you’ve always been here, in my heart, so fucking deep under my skin, it only felt right to have a little piece of you inked on my chest.” I take a step forward, backing her against the cool tile.

I lift her leg and hook it over my hip, and without having to communicate, she knows exactly what I want. She grasps my cock and slowly guides it into her wet heat.

“I’ve always been yours,” she murmurs as I move my hips slowly. “Even before you realized it.”

I cup her face and make sure she’s looking at me. “I love you, Mia.”

“I love you too.”

When I press my mouth to hers, the rest of the world falls away. All that’s left is me, her, and the whispered I love yous as we make love.

CHAPTER 42

always, baby

MIA