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I could feel her grin. “That’s right. Leaving me languishing for all these years. Better hop to it.”

There was no stopping my grin. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be caught slacking on the job now, would I?”

Except she was no longer that.

A job.

Because a brand-new oath had been made.

A new commitment.

“Definitely not,” she played.

She splayed those dainty hands across my chest and pushed me down onto the mattress.

It was Elena who leaned over and dug back into the bottom drawer to get another condom. Elena who ripped it open and rose up onto her knees so she could roll it on.

I nearly embarrassed myself right then.

At the feel of her holding my cock in her hand.

At the sight of her naked.

Black hair all around.

Desire skimming the surface of her flesh.

In it, the lightness we’d been wearing evaporated, and something heavy and desperate filled its place.

Elena started to shake, and her bare belly quivered in anticipation.

I could scent her.

That delicious apple scent mixing with her arousal.

My teeth ground, and I muttered a guttural, “Shit,” as she lifted up high and poised the tip of my dick at her entrance.

“Take me, Little Apple. Show me exactly how you want it.”

She slammed down so hard that it knocked the breath out of both of us.

Trembling hands shot out to my abdomen to steady herself.

While I thought I might fucking die from the pleasure.

Likely. Very fucking likely. Being with her was tantamount to signing my own death certificate.

I couldn’t even find it in myself to care.

Only thing I wanted was to experience this. To experience her.

“So fuckin’ tight, sweetheart,” I grunted. “Your pussy hugging my cock in a fist. You’re going to do me in.”

She laughed a nonsensical sound. No humor to it as her nails scratched at my stomach as she adjusted to the feel of me.

“It’s me who’s done for, Trevan.” It was a breathy wheeze.

“You like it? The feel of me? My cock stuffed inside this sweet body?”