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“You alright there?” he asked, clearly amused now.

I blinked once.

“Just thinking about how much I love you.”

Theo laughed properly then, head dropping briefly forward. The sound filled the room warm and real and so beautiful it made my chest hurt.

“You’re killing me tonight, Red. I never in a million years thought you’d tell me those words.”

“Only in my dreams,” I whispered honestly. Theo’s hand slid gently along my thigh before stopping completely. His restraint disappeared in a single breath. Theo kissed me hard enough to steal the air from my lungs, one hand sliding firmly into my hair while the other gripped my thigh like he physically needed to keep me close. I gasped softly against his mouth at the sudden intensity and felt him shudder beneath me in response.

“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips, sounding wrecked already. “You saying things like that is dangerous.”

I laughed breathlessly, though it dissolved into another kiss almost instantly when he pulled me closer again. There was nothing hesitant left between us now. Years of wanting had burned down to pure instinct. Hands everywhere. Kisses that turned dizzying too fast. The overwhelming feeling of finally, finally, finally. Theo stood suddenly, lifting me with him effortlessly enough to make me squeak in surprise before laughing. His forehead pressed briefly against mine like he needed grounding just as badly as I did.

“You sure?” he asked again quietly.

I stared at him in disbelief. “Theo.”

“What?”

“You’ve asked me that like 17 times.”

His mouth curved slightly, though emotion still flickered heavily behind his eyes. “And I’ll ask 17 more. I’ll always check in with you, Red.” God. How was I supposed to survive a man like this? He laid me back carefully against the mattress like something precious before hovering over me, clearly resisting the urge to completely lose control. I could see it in the tension running through his shoulders, the way he kept exhaling slowly through his nose like he was trying to hold himself together by force.

Meanwhile, I was actively falling apart beneath him.

“Theo,” I whispered softly, brushing my fingers along his jaw. His eyes closed briefly at the touch. Then, before I could even process what he was doing, he shifted downward onto his knees between my legs. The sight alone nearly stopped my heart. His hand slid beneath the hoodie again, palm warm against my waist before gliding carefully upward.

“Let me take care of you, baby,” he whispered, his mouth tickling my skin. Every touch felt deliberate, every pause intentional. The wanting between us had finally broken open completely now, but underneath it all was something almost unbearably tender. Theo was sliding down my body, his knees hitting the carpeted floor in front of the bed, as he gripped my underwear and tore them down my legs, kissing my inner thigh as he did.

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THEO | PRESENT

Icould die right here on my knees worshiping Maisey Andrews, and that would be just fine.

“Fuck you are too good at that,” Maisey panted, making me smirk at a job well fucking done. I was, however, far from finished. I decided my new goal in life was to make Maisey come as many times as she possibly could. Fuck a Drivers’ Championship, I’d win this instead.

“Come here, Red,” I said as I crawled over to her, letting only a little of my weight blanket her body. I kissed her deeply, letting myself fall into her. We groaned in unison as I pushed into her, rocking my hips forward, burying myself into her inch by inch. Each groan was a reward.

Fuck, she’s so tight. So fucking perfect.

Maisey’s eyes met mine, her lips parted in a gasp, looking like the most beautiful person in the entire world. I wanted to paint this moment, hang it in the damn Louvre. It should’ve been immortalized. I lifted her legs up to rest on my shoulders and readjusted us so I could get another inch deeper.

“Holy fuck,” Maisey cried out. I paused at that, trying to regain control. But feeling her grip around me, screaming out as she adjusted around my cock was enough to do me in.

“Theo, please move,” she begged. I gripped her legs tightly in response.

“Give me a second,” I gritted out, trying to think unsexy thoughts. I was not about to come in three seconds like a damned horny teenager just because the girl of my dreams was screaming out in pleasure under me.

“Please baby, please.” Maisey’s eyes were on me, and let it be known that I, Theo Bauer, was one weak bastard. I started moving impossibly slow, enough to gain a semblance of control but still please the stunning woman under me. I didn’t want to take it slow though; I wanted to bury my cock into her and see how fast I could make her come.

“You feel so damn good,” Maisey drawled out, looking drunk on pleasure as I moved, gaining a rhythm. I groaned in response, unable to even think of any coherent words. Because Maisey made all my thoughts quiet until it was just her, over and over again. She switched between quick pacing and slower, kissing down my neck as my hands squeezed her hips.

“Let me get on top,” her voice scratche out. Fuck, my mind went into hyperdrive. Maisey on top, her red hair thrown over her shoulder, her head tilted. Yeah that would be just fine.

“Sure, baby,” I assured her and flipped us over, readjusting. She let each knee sit on either side of my thighs and looked me up and down, really taking in the scene.