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Mia rides me slowly, arms wrapped around my shoulders. Her breath is shaky, mingling with mine.

Gripping her hips, I guide her, and when I’m buried to the hilt, I groan, becausefuck—the way we fit each other is out of this world.

It’s inevitable.

Me and her.

Her and me.

Nothing else matters as long as I have her in my arms.

“I’m so close…” she whispers, breathless.

She picks up the pace, rotating her hips.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her ass, and my eyes roll back. “Fuck, baby…” The words escape me automatically, and she instantly does it again. And again. And again.

Her forehead is sweaty, her soft moans and gasps filling the space around us, mixing with my groans. She wraps her arms around me tighter and presses her forehead to mine. Her orgasm hits her first, her back bowing, her channel spasming around me, my name spilling from her lips.

I thrust deep, letting my release wash over me, and clutch her to me as overwhelming pleasure crashes through me.

As we come down, we lie entwined with one another, catching our breath. I can’t help but smile, because this night isn’t over.

There will be more orgasms.

There’s so much I want to give her.

If only she could stay forever.

CHAPTER 25

i’m just another burden

DOMINIC

Age 22

November

The garage is cool today,the November air crisp and cold. But I barely notice as I stand at the threshold of my dad’s office, my shoulder propped against the doorframe, my phone to my ear and a smile on my face.

I have no idea why Coach McDermott thinks I deserve this opportunity, but after lots of coaxing from Mia, I decided to give him a chance to explain. I owe it to my younger self, the boy who dreamt of playing in the NFL one day—even if that boy grew into a self-destructive asshole who ruined his future with one reckless decision.

“Yes, sir,” I say. “I’ll be in your office next Friday.”

After I end the call, I slip my phone into my pocket and saunter over to Miles, who’s leaning against the workbench, wiping his hands on a towel and wearing street clothes.

“So,” he drawls as I approach, his lips kicking up on one side, “wanna tell me why your high school coach was calling you?”

There’s no stopping the grin that overtakes me. “He wants me to work as his assistant coach next season.”

Miles straightens. “What? That’s awesome! Is this the first time you’ve talked to him, or has this been in the works?”

“We’ve talked about it a little, but I haven’t mentioned it to anyone.”

He cocks a brow. “Not even Mia?”

“She knows,” I admit.