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She blushed prettily before covering her face with both hands. “I should say, yes, right?” She laughed, the sound was light and magical. “You were perfectly rough.”

I peeled her hands away because I needed to see her face when she said the words.

Her gaze was hot as she pushed up onto her elbows, tits high in the air due to her position and met my gaze. “I felt so powerful on my knees, taking you in my mouth.” Her face burned bright red but her smile was so big it split her face. “Is that weird to say? It was… I was very turned on.”

My cock, still glistening from being buried deep in her, twitched with renewed interest. “It’s not weird at all,” I assured her. “It’s a fucking turn on is what it is. The way you took me deep and hummed?” I shook my head. “I thought I was going to explode down your throat.”

She licked her lips slowly. “Is that something you’d be interested in?”

Fuck. Yes. “That’s your choice, Ivy.”

She sucked in a breath and a slow smile formed. “I think I’d like to try it.”

I groaned.

She laughed, really laughed as her elbows fanned out so she dropped flat on her back, laughing hard while her tits jiggled, tempting me beyond all fucking reason. “Thank you, Knox.”

My brows pulled together. “You don’t need to thank me, Ivy.” Why the fuck was she thanking me?

Her gaze flicked to mine, her expression serious. “I do,” she insisted, reaching out to lay her hand on my thigh. “This is all new to me, and you’ve been kind and gentle and patient. And honestly? It’s so fucking good.”

I hauled her on top of me so her tits were smashed against my chest. Having her like this felt fucking incredible and keeping her like this all day was quickly becoming something I thought about. “You keep talking like that and I won’t get around to asking you about your day.”

She sat back and frowned. “You want to know about my day?”

I nodded, surprising even myself. “I do.”

Her expression shifted from confusion to softness. She sat up, straddling my hips, and rubbing her wet cunt against my cock while my come dripped out of her. “I took photos around the compound. They’re pretty good if I do say so myself.” Her grin was stunning. “I, um, I’d like to print out a few for you guys. Some are really cool, black and white and gritty.” She paused, suddenly less sure. “I’m not expecting anything but…” she stopped and her eyes rolled back in her head when my cock found her clit. “Fuck you feel incredible.”

She was gorgeous with her back arched, and her nipples taunting me. “Tell me more,” I demanded.

Her eyes fluttered open when she reached down and gripped my cock, sliding down slowly. She rocked gently, gasping when my hands went to her tits and I pinched her nipples. “I was thinking…” she said breathlessly. The orgasm hit her mid-sentence, hard and fast, and she clenched around me tight enough to pull me right over the edge with her. She collapsed forward so we were chest to chest again, laughing and breathless. “Whoa.” She blinked. “That came out of nowhere.”

“I love how I always know just how to get you off.” I meant it. Knowing her body only turned me on even more. “I get to explore all the different ways to make you come.”

She lifted her head from my chest and grinned up at me. “Well, you’re really hot with really good equipment, and you know how to use it.” Then she frowned, second-guessing herself in real time. “At least I think so and that’s good enough for me.” She pressed a kiss to the middle of my chest and let out a long, shaky sigh.

This fucking woman.

She was so much more than even she knew. More than she’d been allowed to know. She was just so fucking good when life kept trying to beat it out of her, and I didn’t have a word for how that affected me.

The room settled into silence for a long moment. It was just peaceful.

“So,” I said, after a while. “You were thinking?”

“What?” She turned her head. “Oh!” She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “Right. I did some digging and Colibri Designs is owned by the Morel family. My mother’s family.” She paused and let out a heavy breath. “I found an old photo of her on the website. But you know what I didn’t find?”

“More photos,” I guessed with a shrug.

“Yeah, actually. But also there was no memorial or tribute to her. These are really, really rich people. They would name a hospital wing after her or something, right? To honor her life and legacy and shit?”

“Probably.” I wasn’t well-versed in rich people but that sounded right to me.

“There was nothing. So I’m thinking they don’t know she’s dead, and maybe there’s a reason Rex didn’t tell them.”

I sat up and stared at her. “A money reason?”

Her eyes lit up and a slow smile spread across her face. “Exactly.”