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“Fuck, your perfect pussy is strangling my cock so good,” I grunted.

Caging her against the wheel, I thrust in and out of her hard and fast. While I pounded into her like it was the last time I’d have her, the tip of my finger pushed gently in and out of her ass. The movements of my cock thrusting inside her matched that of my finger, and she began to writhe against me.

“Ohhhh…Royce… Yesss!”

She fell apart around me, her tight pussy strangling my cock and wrenching my own release from me.

Chapter 35

Willow

Royce was a beast in bed. In the shower. In his office on his desk. The kitchen counter. In the cockpit.

And now—the wheelhouse.

By the time we were finished, I was a boneless heap of molten pleasure, unable to move. He pulled out of me, tucking me to his side, and I let out a blissful sigh. As I rearranged my dress though, I couldn’t help but feel he was still holding back.

“Royce.”

“Yes, baby.”

“You know I’m not fragile, right?” His eyes locked with mine. “I trust you implicitly.” A terse nod. “Don’t hold back with me.”

Before I could formulate another word, he picked me up and carried me to our bed, and I didn’t wake up again until the moon was high in the sky.

“Aren’t you sleepy?” I murmured to Royce as I stretched out and blinked the sleep out of my eyes. I stifled a yawn and gazed overat him, scanning his tight brow and pursed lips, which were lit up by his laptop screen.

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Not yet. I’m ready for round two.”

I frowned. “You mean round five. Or is it six?”

There was a sweet soreness between my thighs, but it would seem my body didn’t care because arousal throbbed low in my belly. I shifted on the bed and met his eyes, tension shining in them. His mouth was set in a grim line, his jaw tense.

“What’s the matter?” I rasped breathlessly.

“Nothing.”

I took his hand and squeezed it gently. “Royce, please. I can handle it.”

“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, Mrs. Ashford.” His voice was quiet with no trace of humor. “Am I yours?”

“Yes. You’re everything, Royce.” I needed him to believe this. “We’ve lasted a decade as best friends. We’ll have decades as lovers and friends. It’s the best of both worlds. Now tell me what’s the matter.” Insecurity inched its way into my heart. Maybe he needed more than I could give him. More than I’dalreadygiven him.

“I told you.” He flashed me a grin, this one a little more convincing at least. “I’m ready to go again.”

I couldn’t explain why, but his words from the other day came back to me.

“Do you want to… gag me?” I asked hesitantly. When it came to sex, Royce was intense, and while he exceeded my wildest expectations every time, I sensed he needed more.

“I want to do that and so much more.” He paused, trying to gauge my reaction, and I smiled reassuringly. “Gag you, tie you up, whip you.”

His words burned up all the oxygen in the cabin and set my body ablaze.

Whip me?

“Oh,” was all I managed to squeal.

“Yeah,oh.”