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“Yes.” The word comes out as a desperate whisper and I reach for him. “Please.”

Growling, he grabs the condom off the bed and tears it open, his molten gaze locked on me as he slides it on. My heart hammers in my chest as he settles between my thighs and gazes down at me.

“Hey, Tate,” he whispers and I nod.

“Yeah?”

Leaning in, he kisses me so softly, so reverently that I almost cry before pulling away. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I whisper with a nod as the head of his cock presses against my entrance and he slides inside. I gasp, gripping his arms as he slowly works himself inside me and when his hips meet mine, he strokes my face.

“Okay?”

I nod. “It’s just been a while.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispers, inching out of my pussy before slowly sinking back in. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

“Linc.”

At the sound of his name on my lips, his eyes close and he groans, thrusting forward a little harder. My legs wrap around his waist and all bets are off. He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed over my head with one hand while the other grips my hip. He pulls out and sinks into me again and again, hitting the perfect spot each time he drives forward that it doesn’t take long before I’m trembling beneath him.

Pressure builds in my belly and I moan, managing to wiggle one hand free to cling to him. He releases the other and my fingers dig into his back as a powerful orgasm washes through me.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry, throwing my head back and lifting my hips off the bed as my pussy clamps down on him. Dropping his head to my shoulder, he groans, his muscles tensing as his cock jerks inside me. Our panting is the only sound in the room until he pulls back and meets my eyes. Happiness bubbles out of me and I have no other choice but to start giggling and he joins me, shaking his head as he presses his lips to my forehead.

“I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight, Sugar,” he murmurs and I’m so happy that I don’t even object to the name.