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We meet for more hungry kisses and wind up collapsing onto the bed. He slides me under him and proceeds to kiss any patch of skin within reach.

My fingers card through his brown strands as my eyes snap shut and a little moan slips out of me. His lips have traveled from my throat to my breasts and stomach.

He pushes aside the bra cups and my breasts spill out, nipples already erect. As he bows his head to take one into his mouth, a familiar ache returns.

Right near my armpit.

It’s tender and sore, like it’s irritated and wants no part of human touch.

I flinch under Rhett and then tug on his hair to guide his mouth back up toward me. He pulls back with a quizzical raise of his brow.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” I find myself answering. “I just want to be in control tonight.”

Then I’m nudging him over so that he lays back and I’m able to mount him. A thigh on either side of him, I take the lead and press kisses to his jaw. My hands glide across the hard-packed muscle on his chest.

“You’re lucky I don’t have handcuffs,” I tease. “I’d cuff you to my bed for what you pulled tonight.”

He chuckles, his hands settling on my ass. “Maybe we need to make a trip to that sex shop two towns over and pick some up.”

We resume our kissing, hands exploring our naked skin. I readjust myself so our pelvises are aligned and I’m able to grab his dick and guide him inside me.

His girth is immediately satisfying.

My body arches sitting atop him as pleasure ripples up my spine. I moan and allow a moment to pass where we’re savoring each other.

He’s encased in my clenching wet heat, and I’m filled up by his dick.

We start off gradually, with me rocking and Rhett supporting me. He drags my mouth down to his and squeezes my ass between his palms.

His dick brushes against sensitive nerve endings that make me see stars. Only a minute in, I’m already aware of how pleasure flutters through me.

My pussy kneads Rhett’s dick as our bodies move and he slides in deeper.

He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and holds me in place as we rock together.

The pleasure intensifies. Thousands of tiny sparks that grow stronger ’til the explosion feels inevitable.

’Til we won’t be able to take it anymore.

Rhett bites at my throat and gropes my ass. His other hand travels back up to do the same to my breasts.

I’ve started riding him, going harder as my hips gyrate.

Then I seize up as he cups my left breast and the sore, achy pain returns. It happens suddenly, in a way that makes it impossible to disguise.

I whimper and go to pull back.

But Rhett’s noticed and it’s already too late. The lust in his gaze vanishes, and his brows furrow in concern.

“Vivica, what’s up? Is something wrong?”

I press my hand to the achy part near my armpit, unable to look directly at him.

It’s the same spot that’s been feeling off for days, and that I’ve known I have to address. I just didn’t count on it being so soon.

Certainly not in the middle of sex.