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I grin. “I’m glad you think so.”

He pulls me up for a kiss, hard and messy and tasting of himself. “You’re also mine.”

I open my mouth to agree, but he silences me with another kiss, this one slower, deeper, his hand cupping my jaw like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched.

Tanner’s hand cups the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair, and he kisses me until I’m dizzy. Then he drags my body over his, and I land straddling his hips.

His impressive rock-hard cock presses up against my thigh. Wow. It sure didn’t take him long. I let my own want out to play, rolling my hips slowly, torturously, teasing us both. He groans, “Ride me.”

I reach down and guide him to my opening, and the sensation is so hot I almost black out. He fills me perfectly, every inch hot and thick. I brace my hands on his chest and feel his heartbeat thudding under my palms. He grabs my hips, but he doesn’t control, just holds tight.

I set the pace, slow and rolling at first, just to make him squirm. He watches me, mouth open, eyes locked on my face. “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, like he can’t believe it’s real. “Star, you’re—” He cuts off, jaw clenching, hips driving up to meet me. My vision blurs at the edges. I want to memorize this, every second, every sound.

I lean forward and drag my tongue over his collarbone, then bite his shoulder, just hard enough to leave a mark. He loses his mind. I can feel him getting close, the way his grip tightens, the way his breath stutters.

His hands slide up my sides to wrap around my tits. He slowly rolls my nipples between his fingers, sending electricity flowing down my spine, and I know I’m close.

But this time, I want to finish with him. So, I clamp down, rocking my hips just right, chasing my own pleasure. The white-hot pressure builds. When it breaks, I cry out, the sound echoing off the cottage walls. He follows a split second later, shouting my name, his whole body shuddering under me.

After, we collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap, the sheets twisted around our legs. For a long minute, all we can do is breathe, hearts racing, brains fried.

Tanner recovers first. He cradles me to his chest, kisses my hair, and laughs—a real, helpless laugh. “Best morning ever.”

I grin into his skin. “I agree.”

He kisses me again, then says, “I’m keeping you, Star Wilder.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”