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“Please,” I gasp, writhing against my hand as an orgasm rolls over me, dragging me under.

I shudder my way through it, choking on his name.

But I don’t stop. Wet sounds fill the room around me.

My body bows off the bed again and again.

But I keep going, desperate to give him what he wants… perhaps to give us both what we need.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. Keep going. Give me another one.”

How is it possible for him to command my body from an entirely different state, with nothing but a phone screen between us? It defies logic…and yet, he manages it with ease. I come again, gasping for breath, praying for mercy.

“One more, sweet girl,” he whispers. “Give me one more to hold me over until you’re back in my arms.”

I’m helpless to do anything but obey, so damn desperate for him I think I’d give him anything. Five years never changed the way I felt. Now that he’s back in my life, the feelings are even more intense than they were, screaming in my veins as if desperate to break free. Denied for too long.

I try to keep my eyes on the screen, to watch him pleasure himself. He strokes his cock to the same rhythm I thrust. It’s almost as if he’s the one fucking me, as if that’s what he’s imagining too.

Something about that thought sends me right back to the edge.

“Jordan, please,” I gasp, my toes curling as I hover right there, trying to fight it off until he comes too. “Please, I need you.”

“You have me, Sutton. You’ve always had me,” he groans. “I’ve been yours since the very first fucking time I set eyes on you.”

I whimper his name, my heart threatening to burst.

“Come for me, princess. Right now.”

I thrust my fingers deep, rolling my thumb over my clit. My ass leaves the bed, a strangled cry erupting from my lips. I shatter into pieces, wrecked and wrung out, my heart beating wildly for him.

He groans in pleasure, and I manage to drag my eyes open just in time to see every muscle in his body lock up as cum spills across his fingers, landing all over his abs. He chants my name, working his fist up and down to work out every drop.

Aftershocks ping through me at the sight. It’s messy. Sexy. God, he’s beautiful when he comes.

I fall limp against the bed, sucking in one lungful of air after another as I try to get myself back together, but who am I kidding? There is no recovering from this. Whatever this is, whatever we’re doing…it’s permanent. Unalterable.

“Damn, princess,” he pants, falling back against the headboard. He glances down at himself, a rueful smile curving his lips up. “If you were here right now, you’d be cleaning up your mess.”

My core clenches at the thought. I want to know what he tastes like. What he feels like beneath me, quivering for me the same way he makes me quiver and squirm.

“You going to clean up your mess too?” I ask him, panting as I reach for the phone to drag it closer.

“You mean lick that perfect pussy until you’re gushing all over my tongue? Hell yeah.”

I whimper softly, blissed out, and somehow still turned on at the same time.

He chuckles and then groans. “I need to go before someone bursts in here. I’ll be there soon.”

“How soon?”

“We’re on the plane now.”

“Jordan!” I bury my face in my pillow, groaning. “What if they heard us?”

“No one heard you, baby. They’re all passed out.” He cocks a brow. “You going to be in your bed waiting for me when I get there?”

My eyes widen. “You want to come here when you land?”

“No. I want you in my bed where you should be already, but since your stubborn ass decided to go home, I’m coming there. I’m not sleeping without you.”

“The code for the door is 11992. You can let yourself in,” I whisper, butterflies dancing a freaking ballet in my stomach.

His expression softens. “My birthday.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed that. It’s a giant, flaming arrow, pointing out just how deep my feelings for him still run. Will it send him running? Crap. Maybe I should pretend I don’t know it’s his birthday?

“What?” I ask, trying to stall.

He narrows his eyes on me, his voice a warning rumble coming through the phone. “Don’t piss me off, princess. Your code is my birthday.”

“I…”

“How long?”

“I just moved in here two months ago.”

“How long, Sutton?”

I squeeze my eyes closed. “Six years,” I whisper. “It’s been my code for everything for six years, okay?”

“Jesus,” he rasps. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

I shake my head, terrified to face him. Afraid of rejection.

Of hearing him tell me that we’re just having a little bit of fun.

That he likes me, but he got over those feelings a long time ago.

Part of me screams that my fears are irrational, but the biggest part of me?

Well, that part hasn’t ever been rational when it comes to him. It’s just been…his.

“Open your eyes, Sutton.”

I can’t deny him when he growls at me like that. He’s so damn bossy. And it’s irresistible.

I crack my eyes open, peeking at the phone screen…pretty certain my cheeks are blazing red.

“I fucking love knowing you held onto me however you could,” he says. “You’re not changing that code. Ever.”

I choke on a whimper, hope blasting through me in a riptide. Maybe the future I wanted so desperately isn’t broken beyond repair. Maybe, just maybe, it’s still there, just waiting for us to claim it.

“Okay,” I whisper.

His lips quirk into a grin, softening his expression again. He looks more like the Jordan I remember when he smiles. Softer. Less angry at the world. “Get some sleep, princess. You’re going to need it.”

“Goodnight,” I murmur, swallowing back the same confession I had to swallow yesterday. Three little words I’ve never said to anyone. The three with the power to break me into pieces no one will ever be able to put back together. That power is his, though. It’s always been his.

I wake up with my legs over his shoulders and his breath on my pussy. My entire body hums with electricity as I stretch and moan, thrown from sleep straight into heady desire.

“Morning, princess,” he rasps, flicking his gaze up to look at me. “You awake yet?”

“Y-yes,” I whisper.

“Good. Then there’s nothing stopping me from doing this.” He sticks his tongue out, touching the very tip of it to my clit.

My hips jolt in his hold, a current of pleasure flowing through me.

“Jordan,” I moan.

“I thought about licking this pretty little thing until you were wide awake and moaning for me,” he says, nipping at my skin. “But I wanted to make sure you knew it was me between your legs, Sutton. I won’t have you afraid, not for a second.”

“I’m n-not afraid of you.”

“Good.” He licks me again. “Because I’d fucking kill for you.”

I’m pretty sure he means that. He already spent five years in hell for me, just to keep my relationship with Jamison intact.

Maybe that’s all the proof I need of his devotion.

It’s been right there in front of me all along.

This man never stopped caring. He’s loved me just as intensely as I’ve always loved him. I don’t think he ever stopped.

I’m not messing it up again now. Hell no. If this is our chance to make it right between us, I’m clinging with both hands. Screw my brother. Screw everything.

He settles his tongue against my clit, groaning quietly. “You’re so wet, baby. Did you dream about me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, writhing beneath him.

“Was I cleaning up my mess just like this?” He licks me from the top to the bottom, running his tongue in circles around my hole.

“No.”

“No?”

“You were fucking me.”

“How?” Another long lick, this one firmer than the last. “Tell me.”

“From behind,” I groan. “I w-was on my hands and knees.”

He pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. And just like that, I unravel for him, coming all over his face. He licks me through it, tormenting me with pleasure until I’m whimpering beneath him.

When he pulls back, he meets my gaze, his eyes blazing with intent. “Let’s make it reality,” he says, flipping me onto my stomach. His hands slide beneath me, hauling me up onto my hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck you just like this. And you’re going to tell me if I’m doing it right.”

“Jordan,” I groan, clenching the sheet in my hand to keep myself from falling on my face.

He seams his naked body to me, bending over me. His lips brush the side of my neck. He nips the back of my shoulder. Rakes his teeth down my spine. I cry out beneath him, rocking back against him so his cock slides through my folds.

“Naughty little princess,” he snarls, biting me softly as he lines up at my entrance, his hands locked around my hips. He yanks me back onto his cock in one quick thrust.

My head flies back, another cry tumbling from my lips when he bottoms out. God, he’s so damn deep. He feels so good.

“You’re so tight, princess,” he rasps. “So much better than my hand.” One hand spears into my hair, craning my head back. “Let’s see if I’m doing it right, hmm?”

He begins to move, one hand tangled in my hair, the other sliding around my hip to play with my clit as he slams into me again and again, bottoming out with each punishing thrust.

“Is this about right, baby? Is this how I fuck you in your dreams?”

“No. Harder,” I choke.

His hand tightens in my hair, a soft roar rumbling from his lips.

His next thrust knocks me forward slightly, but his hand in my hair reels me right back in, tugging me back onto his cock as he rocks his hips forward again.

The slight stinging pain of his hand in my hair only intensifies the pleasure.

“Like this, princess? Am I fucking you right yet?”

“Yes!” I sob, already right there on the edge. Each thrust only tips me further toward a freefall. I try to move with him, but he’s too powerful. He fucks me like he intends to break me, just like he does in my dreams. And God, I never want him to stop.

Never, ever, ever.

“Jordan!” I shout, coming without warning when he releases my hair, pressing his thumb to my asshole. I clench and flutter and fall apart on his cock, babbling.

“Relax, baby,” he groans. “Let me in this sweet little hole.”

As if I can relax when waves of pleasure pour over me.

He circles my back entrance, gathering my juices on his thumb, and then slowly tries to push it inside again. My body resists the intrusion for a second before another deep thrust has me melting beneath him. The tip of his thumb slips inside.

“Look at you now, princess,” he groans. “Both holes stuffed full of me. You like that?”

“Yes,” I cry, unable to deny it as I rock back against him, desperate to come again. I need it like I need air. He’s everywhere again, wrecking me in ways I wasn’t made to withstand.

“Then come for me again, sweet girl,” he demands. “I want to feel both holes clamping down on me when you fall apart.” He pumps his thumb in and out, his hips slamming into mine, impaling me on his cock. And I feel like I’m flying. I’m falling. For him…all over again.

“Jordan!” I scream, coming in a rush as soon as he pinches my clit.

“Fuck!” he roars, going wild behind me. He powers into me again and then again, fucking me like a madman with his thumb lodged in my ass. I crack apart a final time, my arms collapsing beneath me.

He pins me to the bed, planting himself as deep as he can, and roars my name. His cock jerks and twitches inside me, his cum spilling down my legs.

It’s loud and messy. Fucking perfect.

He keeps me pinned beneath him for a long moment before he rolls us over, his thumb slipping from my ass. His lips touch the back of my neck, his chest shuddering against my back.

“Is that what you dream about when you dream about me, princess?” he asks, his voice a wild pant in my ear.

“No. That was even better.”

He presses his face against the back of my throat, his body vibrating as he chuckles. “Christ, I thought I was in hell missing you for the last five years. It didn’t even compare to how goddamn much I missed falling asleep with you in my arms last night, Sutton.”

My heart pulses, full of him and his sweetness. “I missed you, too.”

His lips brush my shoulder again.

I peek at him over my shoulder, prepared to ask him what happened between him and Jamison, and then I remember his rule about my brother not existing when we’re in bed together. I quickly swallow the questions back, content to let it be for now. To let us be for now.

After everything, we’ve earned that right, haven’t we?

I think so.