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Her eyes locked with mine, shining with wetness.

We remained still, locked in this moment of feeling. Locked in each other’s eyes.

Her muscles clenched, tightened around me as her body began to search for the orgasm it wanted to take from me, then she rocked forward and kissed me again. Using the muscles in her thighs she pressed her forearms into my shoulders and raised herself up the length of me, then eased back down.

“Fuck,” I murmured between strokes of her desperate tongue. I sucked it into my mouth and she moaned, rocking against me harder. She titled her hips, pressing her shoulders back against the glass, searching for the place above my cock that would give her clit the attention it needed, rocking until she found it. She reached between us and spread her lips, then her hips moved faster, pressing her clit into my pelvic bone as she fucked me.

I braced us with my legs and a hand against the glass and let her take over completely.

She tilted her head back and I watched her mouth as it curled around little gasps and moans, the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard.

Fucking Rylan had always been good.

This was something else entirely. Otherworldly.

I never wanted to stop.

I was enfettered, shackled to this woman mind, soul… and now body.

Bare. Raw. Skin to skin.

Her body shook. Her cunt squeezed my cock as the first wave roared through her.

“Oh, Cabot,ohhhh,” she groaned.

I brought my lips to her throat, trailing wet kisses over her flesh as she claimed every inch of my cock, using me for her release. As her body quaked again, I bent and pulled her nipple into my mouth, dragging my teeth over the peaked tip and she came so fucking hard around me, so loudly, that the sound of her cries echoed throughout my penthouse.

Her arousal dripped down between us, coating my balls.

Another violent shudder crashed into her and it was all I could take without following her over the edge myself. I sucked her tit hard, then released it and wrapped my arms around her waist. Turning away from the window, I bent over the arm of the couch—the closest thing I could find—and she tilted backwards, her body relaxed and sated, limbs boneless from her release, even as she still throbbed around my cock, milking me as her orgasm waned.

She looked up at me through half-lidded eyes and I gripped her hips.

Then I fucked her as hard as I could, holding her tightly to me as I flooded her, pumping violently as I filled her. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her face contorted into pain, then pleasure, smiling, then biting down on her lip as I bared down on her.

When I finished, I curled over her body, breathing hard against her skin.

She brought her hands to my hair and trailed lazy circles over my scalp.

I turned my head and licked the salty sweat from her sternum.

Lazily kissed my way from breast to breast.

I’d never be the same again.

Chapter Thirty

Cabot

We spent the entirety of Saturday making up for lost time until, eventually, Rylan had to return to her place to get ready for a shift at White Rabbit.

The five hours since I’d sent her home with Cole had been spent trying to focus on Reed Enterprises business when my entire penthouse smelled like sex and Rylan Blake.

The more time we spent together, the more places we made love. Soon, there’d be nowhere within my domain that didn’t remind me of her. Nowhere that hadn’t been marked, altered, by that woman.

Leaving the Bugatti in the underground parking garage, I used the stairs that led to the exterior of the building to reach street level, then made my way around the structure to the other side. I stopped outside the front display windows of White Rabbit and searched the store for Rylan.

She sat behind the counter, helping a woman at the register.