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“That’s because they sound the same.” I put on the sandals, then walk into the bathroom to pull a brush through my hair.

“I’ll just keep reminding you until you get the hang of it,” Rowan calls out.

“Reid,” I correct my thoughts. “Reid. Reid. Reid.” I walk back into the room, and placing my hands on either side of his jaw, I take in his thick beard and intense eyes. “Reid Callahan.”

Gripping hold of my hips, he tugs me onto his lap. When I straddle him, his mouth curves up, and he says, “Hi, Ana.”

“Hi, Reid.” I scrunch my nose, and he presses a kiss to the tip of it.

I drag my fingers through his bristles. “I really love you with a beard. All grizzly.”

“Good. It helps me fly under the radar.” My hands move to his hair, which has him adding, “I’m growing it out.”

“Hmm . . .” I practically purr, loving this look.

He grips the back of my neck, and tugging me closer, his mouth takes mine in a hungry kiss.

I wrap my arms around him, and tilting my head, I get lost in the feel of my man’s earth-shattering kisses.

Rowan pushes my dress up, and I feel his knuckles brush over my slit as he works to unbutton his cargo pants. The zipper goes down, and a moment later, he pushes my panties aside and positions himself at my opening.

As I push down, he thrusts up. A gasp is torn from me while he groans, tipping his head back with a look of pure ecstasy on his face.

“Fuck, your pussy was made for me.”

I tighten my hold around his neck and begin to move, swiveling my hips and greedily taking all of him inside me.

A satisfied growl rumbles from him, his lips parted and eyes hooded as he watches me. “That’s it, my light. Fuck me. Show me I’m yours.”

Oh yes.

I practically lose my mind as I watch his reactions to me bouncing faster and faster. His cock hits deep every time, stoking a fire inside me and making me breathless and desperate for more.

I ride Rowan as if my life depends on it.

His features tighten, and his breaths are harsh, then his grip on my hips borders on painful as he arches, his eyes drifting shut as he comes.

The sight is sinfully intoxicating, giving me a mental orgasm before my body follows suit.

“God, you’re so hot,” I moan, my hips gyrating as I grind myself all over him. “Rowan.” Pleasure drains me of my strength, and I slump against his chest.

His arms cage me to him, and he showers the side of my neck with kisses before squeezing the life out of me.

“Fuck, I love you so much I just want to rip my chest open and tuck you inside where no one can get to you.”

“Gruesome, but romantic.” I chuckle as I catch my breath.

When I move to get up, he grabs hold of my hips again. “Slower. You fucked me so good my cock is sensitive.”

I sink back down on his lap and jokingly say, “I don’t mind sitting like this all day long.”

“Yeah?”

Rowan moves his hands beneath my dress and rubs them up and down my sides before the fabric is pushed over my head. He removes my bra, then, locking an arm around me, he shifts us up the bed until he leans back against the headboard.

I unbutton his shirt and push it open so I can brush my hands over his pecs and abs. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of touching you,” I admit.

“Me too.” He begins to massage my breasts and every inch of my chest and abdomen, and I feel him harden inside me again.