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I grind my thumb against her clit, watching the way she stretches around me as my cock slowly disappears inside her. Listening to the way she moans and whimpers. She's burning hot around me and so fucking tight it hurts and doesn't hurt nearly enough.

"Jesus, princess," I grit out. "You feel so fucking good."

"I know," she whimpers. "God, Jareth. I'm so full."

Precum spills from my cock and I groan. "You gotta stop talking or this will be over before I'm even inside you all the way."

Apparently, that's the wrong thing to say because it only eggs her on.

"You mean you don't want to hear how big you feel inside me? Or how much I love the way you're stretching me right now?"

"Fuck," I growl, bucking my hips.

She throws her head back, moaning as another inch disappears inside her. "So damn good."

I lean down over her, claiming her mouth in a hot kiss to keep her from talking. That mouth of hers is a deadly weapon, every word from it a missile aimed at my self-control. And the little minx knows it. She fucking loves it.

I work myself inside her slowly, so slowly I'm sweating by the time my hips come to rest against hers. But if she feels any pain, she doesn't show it. She takes every inch like a champion, moaning the whole time.

I still pause for a moment to give her time to adjust. To give myself time to get it together. It's impossible though. She's wiggling beneath me, panting my name against my lips.

"Jareth, please."

"Please what?"

"Move!" she cries.

I stop fighting it and give us what we both want, pulling back until my cock damn near slips from her hot little body before I surge forward again. Our moans bleed together.

"You aren't locking your door tonight," I growl, pumping my hips again. "I'll take it off the fucking hinges to get inside you again."

She claws down my back, her inner muscles already clenching and fluttering around my cock. I lean back, drawing one leg up over my shoulder. The change in position opens her up to me, allowing me to go deeper.

I keep my eyes glued to her as I fuck her, bottoming out with every thrust. My thumb works her clit, desperate to get her there before I fall the fuck apart inside her. She feels too damn good.

"Harder," she begs, pulling my hair.

That plea snaps the rest of my control, leaving it in tatters around me. My free hand digs into her hip, holding her still, as I snap my hips forward in a hard thrust, driving into her.

"Like this, baby? Is this how you need me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" she shouts.

I do it again and then again, pounding into her in one relentless strike after another. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass plays a counterpoint to her moans, driving me higher.

I drag her nipple between my teeth, biting and sucking.

She shatters around me with a soft cry of ecstasy, her pussy locking down around me.

"That's it, princess," I growl. "Keep coming on me just like that."

She does. Christ, her orgasm goes on and on as I fuck into her, ruthlessly dragging her right back to the edge before she even has time to catch her breath. She tumbles over with a startled cry, her nails embedded in my shoulder blades.

I choke on her name, burying my face in her throat as my balls give up the fight. I come hard, rope after rope of cum pouring into her. I plant myself deep, rocking my hips…hoping like hell it's enough to get her pregnant. To tie her to me in this way, too.

It's what I want—her tied to me in every conceivable way. Mine, all the way to her fucking soul.

W e're not even fully dressed before the office door flies open.

I yank Zoya behind me, trying to shield her from view as Trystan bursts into his office. His eyes come to me, bounce to her, and then to the mess we made of his office.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he mutters, eyes narrowed at me. "On my desk, Jareth? Fucking seriously?"

"My bad," I lie, not the least bit sorry.

"I work at that desk, you dick!"

"Go away. I'll buy you a new one."

"I want a whole new office." He scowls at me. "Your naked ass was on my desk."

"Technically, her naked ass was on your desk." My brows furrow. "You know what? You're right. You're getting a whole new office." There's no fucking way I'm letting him keep this one when Zoya has been naked inside it. Fuck that. "We'll trade."

Zoya presses her face to my back, her body shaking with laughter.

She's not laughing when Connor appears in the doorway behind my cousin.

Like Trystan, he takes a moment to assess the scene before drawing himself up to his full height.

He's maybe an inch shorter than I am, and just as broad.

Any other day, he might be a match for me, but I'm still riding a post-orgasm high. I'm bulletproof right now.

"What the fuck?" he growls, his eyes narrowed like he's pissed.

But there's too much relief in his gaze for it to be believable.

He's putting on a show he doesn't even want to be participating in just because Zoya dragged him into this.

But he's her friend, so he'll follow it through to the end anyway.

Huh. Maybe he isn't so bad.

"You're sleeping with my girlfriend?" he says, stalking toward me like he's ready to fight. He even has his fists clenched as if he wants to hit me. "How long have you two been fucking behind my back?"

"Oh shit," Trystan whispers, his gaze bouncing from Connor to me like he isn't sure if he should stop this or if he's pissed enough about the office to let it happen. I guess the prick decides to let it happen because he steps aside, shooting me a disgruntled look.

Who needs enemies when you have cousins?

"I'm going to kick your ass," Connor growls.

Zoya squeaks and then scurries out from behind me, her hands covering her boobs. I growl, trying to thrust her behind me again, but there is no containing the little spitfire.

Trystan quickly spins around, facing away from her so I don't have to gouge his eyes out. Connor doesn't even look in her direction. He's still coming at me, determined to follow this shitshow through to the end.

"Zoya, dammit," I growl.

"He knows, Connor," she says, completely ignoring me.

"He knows?" Connor asks, stopping midstep.

"Yes." Zoya bobs her head.

"Oh, thank God." Connor's shoulders droop, his hands falling to his sides. "If I had to fight his big ass for you, I was going to be pissed, cupcake."

"Jesus Christ," I mutter, snatching my shirt off the floor before yanking it down over Zoya's head.

Her head pops out, her eyes on Connor. "You were going to fight him for me?"

"Well…yeah." Connor shrugs.

Zoya beams, thrusting her arms through the sleeves of my shirt as she scurries across the office to fling her arms around him in a big hug. "You're the best."

"Seriously?" I ask, eyeing her sideways. "He was going to hit me."

"Suck it up," she says, smirking at me. "You're the one who was having sex with his girlfriend in your cousin's office."

Trystan laughs abruptly.

"You aren't his girlfriend," I mutter, scowling at Zoya. "Do I need to remind you again?"

"Okay, well," Connor quickly says, stepping away from Zoya. "That's my cue to get the fuck out of here." He shakes his head, glancing over at me. "For the record, it's your job to deal with her bad ideas now. I'm out."

"I do not have bad ideas," Zoya protests.

"Yeah, you do," Connor and I mutter at the same time.

She scowls at both of us, but Connor just chuckles and ducks out of the office, whistling. Trystan casts a glance over his shoulder, sees that she's dressed, and then turns around to face us again.

"So…busy week, huh?" he asks me, humor in his eyes.

"Trystan, get the fuck out."

"It's my office."

"Be nice to your cousin, Jareth."

Trystan's smirk grows. "Yeah, Jareth. Be nice to your cousin."

I reel Zoya back into my arms by the hem of her shirt, shaking my head. "Stop siding with the enemy, princess."

"Why the fuck am I the enemy?"

"You saw her shirtless."

"Oh my god." Zoya rolls her eyes at me. "They're just boobs, Jareth."

"Yeah, your boobs."

"Boobs are boobs," she says, not even sparing him a glance. "If you've seen one pair, you've seen them all." She shoots me a mischievous look. "Kind of like dicks."

"And that's about enough of that," I growl, silencing her with a kiss as Trystan cracks up. I kiss her until she melts against me and then release her. When I do, Trystan has vanished from the office. Thank God.

Zoya sighs, snuggling up against my chest. "I should go. We have the rehearsal dinner soon." Her gaze flits to mine. "Am I going to see you there?"

"Do you want to see me there?"

"Yes," she says, no hesitation in her tone. And then she bites her lip. "But maybe I should tell my parents the truth about Connor first."

"That's probably a good idea. He and Huck are making out all over the fucking vineyard. It's only a matter of time before your dad finds out. You should probably make sure Connor doesn't get taken eight miles out and dropped with bricks attached to his feet."

"Crap." She faceplants into my chest with a groan. "I've made a big mess, haven't I?"

"Yep," I confirm cheerfully, tipping her head back until she meets my gaze. "But it'll be fine. We'll handle it."

"Why aren't you mad about it?"

"Because you're in my arms right now, wearing my marks. It's my cum inside you. It's me you dream about every night." I shrug. "What's there to be mad about?"

Could I be pissed that she lied about Connor?

Yeah. Maybe I would be if Ridley hadn't clued me in to the truth days ago.

But I've known damn near since they got here that their relationship was bullshit.

I've used her lie to my advantage, backing her into a corner to get her where I want her.

And now, she's mine. What the fuck do I really have to be mad about?

"You're a strange man, Jareth Grayson," she mutters, pulling herself from my arms.

"No," I say softly. "I'm just one who knows what he wants."

She glances at me over her shoulder, her expression serious. And then she smiles, one full of hope. "We'll see," she says before sailing through the door.