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My clit pulsates. I start gasping, my breath coming out in rasps.

If he doesn’t slow down—

“Lucas, please, you’re going to make me come.”

Ignoring my desperate plea to ease up the pace, he inserts two fingers inside me and thrusts deep. I cry out in shock. My eyes widen as he begins to suck and finger me, my crescendo rising with an intensity that claws at my skin.

My pelvis bucks under his mouth. He picks up speed and I feel the orgasm cresting on my pussy. I grab his head and shove it deeper just as my release shudders over me in a seismic tidal wave. I come hard, panting and screaming until my voice gives out. Lucas sucks at the juices like a vampire at first feed. I imagine my juices pooling on his tongue and dripping down his lips.

When he finally pulls away, I gasp. My head spins with pleasure and I am breathless, weightless, floating on air. I pull him towards me and he crushes his mouth against mine. The muskiness of my sex lingers on his breath, his moist lips.

“My God…”

“I’m not near finished,” he says, and impossibly, I get wet again. It’s ridiculous how my body responds to him, over and over—it’s like I have no control.

I clench his back and grind up against him so that his hard cock nestles against my pussy. I part my lips, inviting his tongue, and our mouths tangle together. I am intoxicated by my own taste and suddenly desperate to feel him inside me. Except I don’t want to rush. In this moment, here, now, maybe forever, I will do anything he wants, agree to any terms, just to savor this—him—for a bit longer.

My heart is a kick drum, pounding to its own rhythm.

He lays on top of me, hard cock pulsing between my thighs, teasing me with the anticipation of what comes next. Every inch of my body tingles.

My pelvis arches against him, and suddenly he’s nestled deep inside me. I gasp at his girth, how fully he fills me. He thrusts hard and I swear his cock presses against my cervix— he’s that fucking big.

“You’re so damn tight,” he says.

I clench my pussy around him and he lets out a low groan. He pulls out, dives in, slowly picking up speed until he drives into me with deep thrusts that knock the breath from my chest. I’m panting, moaning, biting into my lip to stop from screaming out. Anything to maintain some semblance of control.

“Harder,” I say, breathing heavy.

His eyes cloud with desire and he plunges deep, fucking me fast, like a man possessed by lust. My brain goes numb. I can’t think, can’t breathe.

And yet, I have never felt so alive.

My nails dig into his back, biting at his skin with a fervor that startles even me. He grits his teeth and grabs my hips, pounding harder and harder until it’s as though our bodies merge into one. His cock fills and consumes me, and I willingly give in.

“Fuck, Eden,” he says, and the sound of my name on his lips brings another orgasm dangerously close. “Come,” he growls.

Not a comment.

Not a suggestion.

The blatant command unleashes another climax and I buck against him as waves of intense pleasure course through me. Jesus, fuck. My pussy pulses around him like a beating heart. Lucas gives one last thrust and his shimmering eyes lock on mine. I feel a deep surge as he comes.

We lay together after, exhausted, our hearts racing and breath panting, until finally, I start to relax. I tuck into his side and put my arm around him. His hand falls across my shoulder.

It’s hard to know when both our eyelids finally closed and stayed that way. But at some point, I fall asleep, clutching him close to my chest.

Chapter 11

“Eden, you have a package.”

Liz’s chipper voice snaps me out of my daydream, the constantly-looping image of Lucas, plucked from my most private fantasies and dropped into my bedroom last night, as though he’s always belonged there. The scent of him lingers on my sheets, my skin. My heart still pulses from our evening of incredible sex.

An intense shiver runs along my spine. I had no idea it could be so exhilarating, so utterly—

“Eden?”

I lift my gaze and stare blankly at the thick envelope in Liz’s hand, a stark reminder that I’m at the office and not in Lucas’s arms. Liz waits for me to open it, hands steepled on her hips. She’s smiling, but it’s the kind that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. My skin prickles with unease.