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Adam cursed, pulled out suddenly, and rolled to his back. “Get on then, brat. Show me. Show me what you want, what you can’t wait for.”

Lucy didn’t wait for another invitation. She straddled his hips, gripped his painfully hard cock, and sat down on him, taking him all the way. They both groaned.

His hands went to her chest, squeezing and massaging her breasts. His eyelids drooped low, gaze dark. “That’s right, work it. Fuck, you feel so good, Luce. Look so fucking perfect up there riding me.”

She felt perfect, too. Adam made her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. No one had ever looked at her like he did, like no one else, no other woman, had existed before her or would after this moment. She dropped her hands to his chest and rolled her hips, keeping him deep so he hit that spot, the one that made her head drop back and her muscles tremble.

She ground down and her orgasm slammed through her before she was fully aware it was going to hit. Her mouth dropped open and she screamed. Adam ab-curled suddenly, sitting up. His hands went to either side of her face and he didn’t take his eyes off her, hot gaze moving over her face as she flew apart. She was still shuddering against him when he groaned, rolled her to her back, and ground his hips into hers. He buried his face in her neck as he joined her, shaking and growling as he came.

They lay like that for a long time, neither one moving. His harsh breaths had slowed and were warm, tickling the spot just below her ear.

Finally, he said, “How long has he been harassing you?”

She swallowed the lump that formed instantly in her throat. “Since I ended it. He says he’s still in love with me, that he’ll leave his wife if I come back to him.”

“You don’t want that?” His voice sounded impossibly deep.

She shook her head, stomach in knots. “I cared about him, but I never loved him. Then I found out about his family and I couldn’t even like him anymore. You can’t love someone you don’t respect.”

Adam stilled, and lifted his head, eyes boring into hers. “No, I don’t suppose you can.”