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I keep my pace slow and unhurried, enjoying getting to touch her and watch her falling apart.

“I need more. Faster. Harder. Please. Don’t make me beg.”

I do as she asks, pushing back inside of her, and she groans. She’s even more perfect than I could have imagined. I pump in and out of her, using my thumb to rub circles on her clit. Leaning down, I nip along her neck.

“More.” She grinds against me, and I oblige her by slipping a third finger inside of her, which earns me a moan.

“Are you picturing my cock filling you up?”

She looks down to where I’m touching her. “I wasn’t, but now I am.”

She wiggles her ass against me, and I have to squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t come in my pants. I’m so fucking hard. I’ll be taking a cold shower after this.

“I’m so close,” she pants.

I thrust in and out of her a few more times, and then she’s yelling out my name as her pussy squeezes my fingers, and I wish it was my dick she was coming on. She slumps against me, and I pull out of her gently, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean.

“So good,” I husk out. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.” I wrap my arms around her, carry her into the bedroom, and set her gently on the bed. I rummage around in my suitcase for an extra shirt and help her into it.

She reaches for me, and I bend down toward her.

“Thank you,” she murmurs against my lips.

“Anytime, love. Anytime.”

My cock protests when I help her pull the comforter and sheets down so she can climb under the covers. I kiss her on the forehead, and she lets out a contented sigh. Straightening, I walk away from the bed and toward the bathroom to take a cold shower.

I hope that she doesn’t regret this tomorrow. That she doesn’t tell me it was a mistake. That she wants to go back to the way things were with our arrangement. But if she does, at least I’ll have tonight. I’ll be replaying how it felt to touch her, make her come, the noises she made, how she looked until I’m old and gray.

Chapter twenty-two

Sutton

This bed and these sheets are super comfortable, although it is a little warm. That’s the first thought that filters through my head as I wake up after one of the best night’s sleep I’ve had in a long time.

I go to stretch my arms but realize I can’t because … Oh, shit. I blink open my eyes, and the events of last night come crashing back to me. The way Bash kissed me, how hard he made me come, and how good it feels right now tucked against him. The way he’s holding me so tightly yet gently at the same time.

What the hell did I do?

I’m getting attached to him. And I shouldn’t.

“I can feel you thinking over there. Stop it.” His voice is raspy with sleep, and it’s fucking hot. He burrows his face into my shoulder and hair as he tightens his hold on me. I sag against him, rubbing my thighs together. Liking the feel of his hard chest against my back, his arms banded around me, hot breath on my neck.

He toys with the hem of my shirt, which is actually his. “Do you need to come again?” He nuzzles against me.

“Mmmm.”

“Your words. I need your words, wife.”

Wife. Ugh. Why is that so hot? I gasp, pushing back against him, against his erection, needing friction.

“Yes.”

I should say no. I should get out of bed and tell him we need to talk about this, about what happened between us last night, about what it means, but I don’t want to. I just want to enjoy this, and damn the consequences. Look what happened the last time you did that, the tiny voice in the back of my head says, but I ignore it. This is different. This time, you could get your heart broken.

I push those thoughts away as Bash gently moves my hair away from my neck before kissing the bare skin. His other hand traces patterns along my thighs, making me dizzy with need every time he gets closer to my center.

“Yes, what?” he whispers against my skin.