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“Okay.” I place her back on her feet, stepping back and allowing her room to move past me. When the bathroom door closes, I strip out of the remainder of my clothes. We both know where this is going, and I need her. My clothes are just one less obstacle standing in my way.

Turning on the lamp, I shut off the overhead light and smile at the perfect ambiance that sets the mood.

The bathroom door opens, and I turn toward her.

She’s stripped out of everything but her black bra and panties.

We’re standing toe to toe in a few strides, and my eyes rake over her.

I get to her breasts and stop. “What’s this?

” I murmur. My index finger traces my last name, which has been embroidered on the band.

“It was a gift.”

“Who?”

“Sloane.”

I nod. “She’s getting a new car for Christmas,” I tell her. Corie laughs. She thinks I’m joking, but trust me, I’m not. Seeing my name on her like this, it’s… everything. “I thought seeing you in my jersey was what I longed for. I didn’t know what I was missing.”

“You don’t want me in your jersey?” she asks coyly.

“Oh, I do. I really do, but this outfit, seeing my name all over you so intimately, and the feeling it gives me, is beyond what I could have thought up in my head.”

“What feeling?”

“Possessive.”

She steps back, and I grunt my disapproval. However, my eyes continue to take her in. That’s when I see it. “ Property of ,” I say, my voice gravelly. She turns, and I see the number 10. My fucking number on the back. My cock is steel. I’m so hard it hurts.

“A house,” I croak out.

“What?”

“I’m buying Sloane a house. Her place is small, right? She’s earned it.”

My beautiful girl laughs. Her entire body shakes as she reaches out to steady herself with her hands on my shoulders. “You’re too much,” she says once her laughter is under control.

“And you’re everything,” I say, pulling her body close to mine. There’s no space between us. That’s exactly how I like it.

“Show me.”

I love you.

I say the words in my head. Clenching my jaw shut, I take her hand in mine and lead her to the bed. I climb on and lie on my back, my hands clasped behind my head.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you.”

She studies me as she chews on her bottom lip. “I thought that would look a little different,” she confesses. I can hear the amusement in her voice.

“Everything I am is yours,” I tell her. It’s as close to an “I love you” that I can think of. “Do with me what you will.” I smirk at her when I see her eyes widen and then heat.

I watch as she shimmies out of her bra and panties, tossing them to the floor before she’s back next to me. “So, if I were to do this”—she reaches over and fists my cock, pumping slowly—“that’s allowed?”

“Anything you want.”

Mischief and need dance in her eyes. “I want to do this.” She bends and licks the head of my cock.

The sounds she makes, a low groan from somewhere deep inside, have my cock twitching.

She goes in for more, and I grab her hips, lifting her over me so that her ass is in my face.

“Hey,” she protests, glancing at me over her shoulder. “I thought I was in charge.”

“You are, but why not kill two birds with one stone?” With that, I pull her pussy back to my lips and take a long, slow lick, letting the taste of her spread across my tongue.

“Two birds. One stone. Got it,” she says before dropping her mouth to my cock and taking me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I rasp.

My reaction spurs her on, and I know if I don’t get started, I’m going to finish before she does. We can’t have that. Gripping her hips, I pull her back to my mouth and get to work.

“Oh, God,” she moans.

I stop just long enough to remind her “Knox,” before getting back to business. She’s moving her hips, riding my face, my cock long since forgotten, and that’s perfectly fine by me. I want her to come first. My tongue prods at her entrance, and she pushes back, wanting more.

“Oh, shit,” she says when I suck her clit into my mouth. “Kn—Knox!” she screams my name as she soaks my face.

Her body trembles, but I don’t stop until she collapses against me. “Come here, baby,” I murmur, smacking her ass lightly.

“Not fair. You distracted me,” she grumbles as she moves to lie next to me.

Pushing Corie to her back, I hover over her as I take her lips with mine. She moans when my tongue slides past her lips, and she gets her first taste of herself on my tongue. “My girl,” I whisper into our kiss.

She reaches between us and fists my cock. “I think I still need you to show me,” she says as she strokes me from root to tip.

I smile down at her. She’s everything I never knew I needed. “Hold that thought.” I peck her lips and reach for the nightstand. I pull out a condom, tear it open, and roll it on before taking my place between her thighs. I waste no time entering her.

Her back arches off the bed, and her hands find their way to my hair. She digs her fingers into the strands and tugs my lips to hers. “You’re everything, Knox Beckett.” She whispers my earlier words.

My eyes never leave hers as I make love to her. Neither of us say it, but that’s what’s happening here. My hips rock at a steady pace as she continues to run her fingers through my hair.

I feel her body reacting. “Are you going to come for me, Corie girl?” I ask, bending to peck her lips. “Come on this cock, baby.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Please don’t stop.”

“Never.” I’ll never stop loving her or making love to her. Quietly, Corie Reynolds snuck into my heart and has taken up permanent residence. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

“There,” she says, lifting her hips, meeting me with each of my thrusts.

My head drops to her breasts, and I suck the stiff peak of her nipple into my mouth.

She cries out. Her pussy is going crazy, milking my cock, and I let go.

Burying my face in her neck, I release inside her, and for the first time in my life, I curse the fact that there’s a barrier of the condom between us.

I wait for the panic to set in, but it never comes.

Corie is my future, and having a family with her, damn, that would really be something.

Knowing I need to clean up, I slowly pull out of her and stumble off the bed toward the bathroom.

Quickly, I handle my business before taking a warm cloth to clean my girl up, sliding under the covers, and pulling her into my arms.

“Every time,” she says, over a yawn. “Every time I think nothing can beat the last time, you prove me wrong.”

“That’s us, Corie girl. That’s who we are together. We’ve always had great chemistry, even when we tried to fight it.”

“The best decision we ever made was to give this a go.”

“Yeah,” I agree. I kiss the top of her head and close my eyes. She’s right. Corie will forever be the best decision in my life. My greatest gift this life could give me. Whatever obstacles lie ahead, they’re all worth it—no matter the outcome—as long as the woman in my arms is mine.