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“Damon!” she cried as she slid further down.

He opened his mouth, as if to speak, but only managed a grunt.

Instead of talking, he drove upward, claiming even more inches. His thrusts were just slow and steady at first. Methodical. Easing her toward where they both needed to go.

And need was the right word, because already another climax was mounting in her core despite the fact that she’d just come so hard she’d squirted all over Damon.

Their bodies moved in unison. Both moaned in between their passionate kisses. Damon didn’t seem to be tired of holding her. Instead of slowing down, he pumped his hips harder, driving up deep into her, pushing them toward their inevitable climax.

The wet sounds of their lovemaking were almost as loud as their passioned cries. Tessa prayed—or tried to—the tour group wasn’t anywhere close. Last she’d seen them they’d been way across the fake town square, on the other side of the gazebo. No one would want their picture taken in front of the supposed newspaper office. Surely.

It didn’t matter. Because there was no turning back now. Ecstasy had a hold on Tessa and she was quaking all over, her body having turned into jelly as she lost control of her muscles.

She’d never known what people meant when they talked about having their insides rearranged.

Until now.

Yes, now she knew.

And it was amazing.

The ball in her core continued to expand, like a balloon stretching well past its usual point, just waiting to pop at any second.

When Damon began to jackhammer her into oblivion, that’s all it took.

“Damon! I’m coming! Damon!”

He grunted and groaned, throwing his head back and looking up at the ceiling as if crying out to the heavens.

His seed rocketed deep into her. Oh shit! She hadn’t even thought about that. Her senses had been so dulled by passion that… well, it didn’t matter now. There was nothing she could do except take all of Daddy’s gift.

His cock continued to pump into her as she came yet again, showing her appreciation with a biting kiss on his lips.

She was so lost in the moment she didn’t even realize the door had opened. It was Lissa’s voice that jarred her out of paradise and back to earth.

“Like we were saying, these buildings are built to the correct specs. They’re—oh my goodness! Oh Lord!”

Damon’s eyes opened. He was facing the door, but Tessa had to throw a glance back over her shoulder to see the tour group standing there, craning their necks to see in, as Lissa Keller stood with their tour guide.

“That’s awesome!” one guy who looked to be about twenty said.

“I think he just railed her. Lucky little thing. She’s been put through the wringer,” an old lady who was at least eighty said to her friend.

Don’t do it, Tessa. You don’t have to say anything. Just look away and this will all be over in a second. Please don’t make it any more awkward than it already is.

The words were leaving her mouth before she even realized it.

“So, let me address the elephant in the room. Obviously, we were fucking here. Sorry, guys.”

Damon just closed his eyes and groaned.

It was quite a studio tour for all involved, that was for sure.

Chapter Twenty-Four

“How many people saw?” Athena asked in wide-eyed amazement.

“Well, it’s hard to say. Some people were in the back of the group, so they didn’t have a very good vantage point,” Tessa replied.