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“Allie.” It’s a stern order, and I whimper, nodding.

Releasing my hands, he grips my outer thighs, lifting me off my feet as he spreads me wide. Then, with a firm thrust, he fills me.

I bite my lip, snorting with a groan at his thickness, his hard invasion, his delicious possession. It’s so good.

He’s fucking me hard and fast. His drives are relentless as he grunts low words of need, desire, praise. My back arches as my orgasm rises on every thrust. My legs spread wider as he holds me against the door, owning me like he’s possessed.

I’m surrounded by his rich leather scent. His fingers tighten on my ass, and I cup his cheeks, kissing him hungrily, as violently as his movements .

Salt covers my tongue, filling my mouth as we consume each other. It’s been so long. We’re both feverish with need.

The orgasm teased to life by his fingers erupts into a blaze against his cock. It rockets through my pelvis, and my head leans back. My eyes roll shut.

His mouth covers mine again, and I realize I’m moaning as he swallows the sounds.

My core clenches tighter, irresistibly tight, then my orgasm breaks. My muscles shudder. My core muscles flutter, spasming as repeated waves of mind-blanking pleasure control me.

His head turns, and he groans, finishing with two more thrusts, two low grunts, pressing his forehead against my sternum. His cock pulses deep in my body.

“Allie,” he moans, and my eyes slowly open.

We’re both gasping. I’m trembling, weak from adrenaline and spent from so much need fulfilled at once. His large hands squeeze my ass, and he thrusts once more, drawing out his orgasm with a deep groan.

Dropping my head forward, I kiss his ear. “You needed to see me?”

A laugh rumbles in his throat, and happiness soars through my chest. My arms tighten around him, hugging him closer.

“You’re so perfect. Everything you do makes me happy.” He kisses the side of my neck, and I glow under his sweet words.

Carefully pulling out, he lowers me to my feet. I’m in front of him, and he strokes my hair away from my face, gazing deep into my eyes with so much affection.

His thumbs trace my cheeks, and I blink quickly. I startle myself as I almost start to cry.

Dropping my chin forward, I swallow that back. Holy shit, talk about too much too fast .

Yes, I’ve been dying for him for at least three years, but just because he’s mine right now doesn’t mean I can say it.

“Hey.” His voice is quiet, and he gives me a nudge .

Clearing my throat, I manage a smile as I look up at him. “Yep?”

“Me too.” Leaning forward once more, he kisses my forehead, the tip of my nose, my lips, slowly, gently. “Me too, sweet Allie.”

Stepping back, I look down at my bare legs. “I’m a mess.”

He looks around the room filled with books and boxes and tape and pens and Post-its. “Is there anything?”

“Oh!” I step around a corner to where several unopened boxes of tissues are stacked.

“Yes.” He takes a box from me, opening it quickly and pulling out several.

Then he drops to his knees, carefully cleaning my thighs. Emotion clogs my throat again, but I quickly swallow it away. He leans forward to kiss the side of my hip, pressing his face against my stomach and inhaling deeply.

My fingers thread in his thick, dark hair. Strong arms go around my legs, and he holds me several quiet moments. I never want to leave this place, but I’ve lost all track of time.

Bending down, I kiss the top of his ear. “I hate this, but I have to get back to the library.”

He releases me and rises slowly, tracing his fingers over my ear. A hint of a smile curls his full lips, and his pretty blue eyes hold mine.

“Soon, my sweet Allie.”

“Not your dirty little secret?” My eyebrow arches, and I’m feeling a little more in control.

“Maybe it won’t be a secret.” He kisses my lips once more. “But we’ll always be dirty.”

A laugh hiccups in my throat, and I nod. “I can do that.”

Holding my hand, he opens the door, peeking out. “Coast is clear.”

“Go ahead.” I nod. “I’ve got to repair my hair and check my lipstick .

He looks back at me, reaching out to slide his thumb over my chin, under my bottom lip. “Perfect.”

Another wash of happiness fills my stomach, and I hold his hand briefly before he disappears, leaving me glowing and so satisfied.

“Is it straight?” Rachel is on a step stool on one side of the room with Liv on the other.

I’m standing at the back of the room, watching as they raise a sign that reads Congratulations, Dylan & Logan!

“Up a little on the right.” I motion to Liv’s side, and she raises it. “Perfect!”

Two thumbs up, and I scurry to the kitchen again where Craig is running interference with Dylan while we throw together decorations for the big night.

I’ve been floating on a cloud the past two weeks, starting with Austin back on the field winning games and looking so good, followed by my sexy encounters with Coach Jack.

“I don’t know why you even want me to make anything since I’m so off my game.” Dylan stands in front of the industrial-sized blender pouting.

“What do you have in there for tonight?” I step forward, peering into the plastic bin.

An odd aroma rises to meet me, and my eyes slide to Craig’s. He shakes his head slowly.

“It’s Peter Peppers with figs and barley.”

My chin jerks. “Figs and barley?”

“At least the peppers are hot this time—if you consider jalapenos hot.” Craig lifts a red pepper by the stem. “Check out this guy.”

A laugh snorts through my nose. “It looks like a penis! ”

“Isn’t that crazy?” Dylan leans forward with a laugh. “I want to put some out around the dish.”

“As in, ‘This dish tastes like a dick’?” I pour the oddly scented mixture into a large serving bowl.

“No, ma’am, dick tastes much better than this culinary disaster.” Craig sniffs, and I fall onto Dylan, giggling.

“Y’all are being so mean. I’m not cooking another thing.” Dylan pulls her gloves off and goes to the sink to wash her hands.

“Nooo, come on now!” I move the bowl onto the rolling cart. “Trust me, it’s going to be a fun game!”

“It’s time.” Craig pulls on his blond wig. “I’m not sure what to play with this dish. ‘Caution’ by The Killers?”

“Mean!” Dylan fusses.

“Just play ‘Sally.’” I wrap an arm around my friend, giving her a squeeze before we head out to the dining area.

The crowd has picked up since last week. We put out the word we’d have a special treat tonight, and people are slowly ambling in.

“We hope you brought your sense of humor tonight.” I stand on the step-stool like I usually do for the warning.

“Tonight’s pepper is named after a certain part of the male anatomy, and we have a few up here for you to see.

The Peter pepper is a little hotter than a jalapeno, but I’m not going to vouch for the flavor of this dish…

” A rumble moves through the group. “The best news is our very own Pepper Spice, Dylan Bradford-Murphy, is expecting her very first baby! And it seems to be impacting her taste buds.”

Cheers break out, and I see our extended “family” at the back table, Miss Gina, Liv’s mom, Gloria, and Sandra, all clapping and hugging each other. Logan joins us behind the serving table to wrap his arms around his little wife.

A few taxi whistles rip through the noise, and I wave my hand.

“It looks like we’ll have to suffer through a few more months of crazy dishes, but we’re turning it into a game. Up here in the tip jar, you’re welcome to rank Dylan’s worst pregnancy Dare dish on a scale of one to five, with five being worst…”

“Rude!” Dylan cries, and more people laugh.

“Tonight’s dish is Peter peppers with figs and barley…” I shrug. “The dare is if you can get through it without barfing, and we’re offering half-price Budweiser to help wash it down.”

Craig hits the music, and “Sally, When the Wine Runs Out” gets folks out on the dance floor. A line forms, and I hand out little trays of tortilla chips as Dylan scoops out the salsa.

A few people comment on the pornographic peppers, and even Oliver Duck gives her a begrudging congratulations.

Jack is nowhere to be seen in the dining hall, and it’s my turn to be a little pouty. I finish the last serving, dance with the girls for a few minutes, then make an excuse to duck out early.

My phone buzzes in my pocket as I head out the door, and when I pull it out, I see a text from a blocked number. I’m about to tap it when another text from Jack appears on top of it.

Sir

Couldn’t make it tonight, but thinking about your sexy body.

A smile curls my lips, and I glance behind me to where everyone is dancing and having a good time. Austin is with his friends, and I expect he won’t be home for at least another hour.

I get in my car and quickly reply.

Leaving now. Maybe I’ll take a walk when I get home.

Sir

Kimmie is here.

Maybe I won’t

Sir

Have you ever tried anal?

I duck forward, covering my mouth with my hand before replying.

No, but I would for you.

Sir

Sir

Snorting a laugh, I drive my car home. I’ve showered, and I’m in bed reading my spicy romance novel when Austin arrives. He calls goodnight to me and says he’s setting the house alarm.

I pick up my phone to check the time, and remember the text I didn’t read earlier from the blocked number. It’s just a short sentence, and my breath stills.

I see you.