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GRACE

I wake up warm and safe with two enormous arms wrapped around me. I almost giggle but smile instead.

Nash.

My body still aches in the right place. My thighs are tender, and my lips tingle. My heart flutters as I remember what happened last night at the shop. The real question is: Where am I now?

I open my eyes and look up at a white ceiling, lit only by a small shaft of moonlight. We’re back in Nash’s bedroom, only I don’t even remember how we got here last night. Faint images of being carried are all I have, so he must have brought me here after he…had his way with me.

My smile broadens. Wow, what an experience that was. Beyond anything I ever could have imagined. He made me orgasm twice, and I’m still craving more.

Images float back, bits and pieces of our incredible time together. His hands on my thighs, on my breasts. My back arching off the workbench as he slid into me. The way he growled as he took me, and the sharp give-way as he captured my innocence and made me his for good.

I think harder, and more comes back to me.

Yes, he lifted me off the bench and into his arms like I weighed nothing.

I giggled into his sturdy chest as he carried me to his truck and drove me back here to his apartment.

He didn’t even let me try to walk upstairs to his bedroom.

He just carried me again while whispering into my ear that I was the most precious thing to ever exist in his life.

I must have fallen asleep instantly, because that’s as much as I remember. And now I’m here, lying in his bed, completely naked, marked by his manhood, feeling more love in me than I ever believed possible.

Twisting my head into his chest, I breathe in his scent, causing my heart to trip over itself as my lust for him begins to swell again. My oh my, it hasn’t even been a full night, but my body is already begging for more.

Emily is never going to believe this.

“Hey, princess.” His gentle voice warms me, and I look up as he threads his fingers through my hair. “Did I wake you?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I thought I woke you.”

He chuckles. “Maybe we just woke each other. Who cares? All that matters is you’re here.” He’s right about that. “How are you? How was…last night? Tonight? Whatever it was?”

“I’m incredible, Nash. Last night–tonight–was amazing. I feel…different.”

“You should.” He smiles tenderly. “You’re a woman now. My woman.”

My heart trembles, and I bite my lip as I look back at him. “You really mean that? Because I see you, Nash. You’re a stud. You could get any woman you want and–”

“Shhh.” He silences me with a finger to the lips, shaking his head. “I don’t want any woman. I want you .”

I close my eyes, letting his words roll over me. It’s almost too much to process–just like when he first penetrated me with his massive girth.

“You’re the one, Grace. I need you to know that. Do you?”

“Do I what?” I ask, teasing a little with my tone. I love hearing him talk like this to me, and I just want more.

He grips me by the chin and forces me to look into his eyes–his deep, possessive eyes. “Do you know that you’re the one? My only woman, Grace. Mine.”

This is just too much. I’m going to pass out from all this praise. What did I ever do to deserve this?

“I–I do…” I manage to reply, overwhelmed with feeling. “You make me feel safe, Nash. Like I was made just for you. Like you were out there waiting for me.”

He nods, smiling. “Yes. I like that.”

“No one’s ever looked at me like you do,” I tell him. It feels like a confession. Like I’m getting some hidden truth off my chest.

“It’s genuine, princess.” He smiles back. “I’ll always be real with you.”

“You know what I think?”

“What?”

“I think my car broke down near your shop because we were meant to be together,” I tell him. “You probably think that’s stupid, though…”

To my surprise, Nash shakes his head. “No. I don’t think that’s stupid. I think everything happens for a reason, and if your car hadn’t broken down near my shop, and we never met, there would have been an imbalance in the world for the rest of eternity.”

I’m blushing so hard now that my cheeks are tingling. “Yes,” I say. “I like that. Did you ever figure out what was wrong with my car anyway?”

“One of the guys took a look at it. Said it might be a bearing on one of the pulleys, so I ordered one. Should be able to get that old classic back on the road today or tomorrow.”

I can’t help but smile. Hearing him talk like this, so sure of himself, turns me on. There’s nothing more attractive than a capable man.

“Want to feel something?” Nash asks me, raising an eyebrow.

“Um…okay.”

He takes my hand and guides it down between his legs where it’s nice and warm. My jaw drops when I feel it.

His cock is rock hard beneath his briefs. I can’t believe I didn’t feel it earlier, being this close and snuggled up against him.

“But how?” I stammer. “I didn’t even touch you.”

Nash chuckles. “It’s adorable how innocent you are, Grace,” he tells me, deepening my blush. “We call it morning wood. It happens to us guys when we sleep. Sometimes we wake up, and we’re just like that.”

“Wow,” I reply in amazement. Delicately, I run my fingertips up the long, hard width of his enormous shaft. “So…what do you do when this happens? Take care of it yourself?”

He chuckles again, making me feel even more na?ve. “Sometimes. Mostly just wait for it to go down so I can go about my day. But seeing as how you’re here…”

His eyes flash, and he tugs down the waistband of his briefs. I feel warm, soft skin against my fingertips, swollen and pulsing with desire. Something moves inside of me. A hunger rises quickly, warming my skin and causing my heart to race faster.

Nash’s big, strong, rough hand grips my hip, then slides down my butt and holds fast, like he’s showing the world that my body belongs to him. Gently, he pulls my panties aside and shifts down behind me on the mattress.

I gasp as he presses his cock between my legs. It’s natural the way I lift one for him. I don’t even think about it. But as he presses his tip into my slit, I realize that it’s not just Nash that’s turned on. I’m soaking wet, as if my body was prepared for this.

I angle my hips back and accept his cock as he slides inside. There’s a tiny sting, probably a soreness left over from when he took me earlier, but it’s gone before I can take a second breath.

The feeling of him entering me and filling me up is indescribable.

It’s like I was made to take him and him only.

Stretching around every one of his pulsating inches has me already moaning as he begins to slowly thrust. It’s different than it was when he took me on the work bench.

It’s like he’s taking his time with it. His strokes are more passionate, and he slides a hand up my shirt and cups my breast as he brings his lips to my neck, kissing me with such tenderness.

He moves inside me like he’s memorizing every bit of me. Like he’s branding me from the inside out. His lips never leave my skin. He just moves them, kissing, licking, groaning with pleasure as if being inside me is too much for him.

I reach back and trace my hand over his jaw, feeling the strong muscles of his neck as the pressure builds. He knows exactly what I need already. The precise rhythm that makes my thighs tremble and my voice whimper from my lips.

“I want this every night,” he says, his lips tickling my ear. “You’re the only one I’ll ever want, Grace.”

“Yes,” I cry out as I go off again. And he follows me, growling as he sprays inside me, squeezing my breast like he never wants to let go.

Each shot of his seed amplifies my orgasm. I can’t believe I’m just letting him come in me. I’m not on the pill or any kind of birth control. But that just makes it even hotter.

I could get pregnant.

I probably will.

And how incredible will that be?