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He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Nope. Definitely not. He’s hot, cranky, and hard as a rock. I have nothing to argue about. Nothing. At. All.
I wriggle around, notching him at my entrance.
“Jesus,” he breathes, burying his face in my throat as I sink down on him, taking him inside inch by delicious inch. My inner muscles twinge slightly before the momentary pain morphs into unholy pleasure.
I writhe on him, gripping his shoulders to help lift me up and down his length. With every bounce, his thumb jostles my clit, sending waves of euphoria dancing through me.
“You feel incredible, Ginni,” he groans, nipping and kissing my skin.
“I know!” I sob, making him chuckle.
He takes control, backing me up against the wall to give him leverage as he drives into me, his thumb still hard at work on my clit. The way he pants and groans in my ear is so damn sexy. Within seconds, the sound of him, the feel of him, the way he’s pressed so tightly to me—every single thing about this is way too much.
“Sterling, I’m…”
“Give it to me, Fate.” He nips and kisses my throat and jaw, fucking me harder. Deeper. “Come all over me, baby.”
How am I supposed to resist a command like that?
I can’t.
I don’t.
I bury my face in his shoulder, shouting his name as I shatter around him.
“Ginni,” he groans. “Ah, fuck, Fate.” He loses his rhythm, pumping into me wildly before he grunts and stills, following me over. I writhe on his cock, delicious aftershocks rippling through me as I feel sticky ropes of his cum releasing deep inside of me.
We pant, a mess of trembling limbs as we come down together.
“You were sneaking out on me,” he whispers after a minute. The hurt in his voice breaks my heart a little. I don’t want to hurt him. I’m pretty sure I fell in love with him last night.
It’s terrifyingly fast.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling about two inches tall. “I…”
“You’re afraid.”
I nod miserably.
“Me too, Fate.” He brushes my hair away from my face, pressing his lips to my forehead. “I’ve never felt like this before. But if you think I’m going to let you go, you’re wrong. You’re mine now.”
I gulp, swallowing hard. “What if you decide you don’t like who I am, Sterling? What happens then?”
“What’s not to like?” He pulls back, meeting my gaze in the pre-dawn light. His expression is soft and earnest. “I already know I’m going to love every little thing about you, Ginni. I feel it right here.” He grabs my hand, pressing it to his pounding heart. “Just give me a chance.”
“I...” The truth is right there on the tip of my tongue, but with his heart pounding beneath my palm and his eyes locked on mine—with him still hard inside of me—the words won’t come.
“Of course, I’ll give you a chance,” I whisper instead.
His eyes light up as he claims my lips again, and writing my stupid story suddenly doesn’t seem all that important at all.
“Was it just my imagination, or did Sterling Midnight drop you off this morning?” Leia asks, eyeing me over her coffee mug in the breakroom several hours later.
I startle, dropping my Pop-Tart.
“Oh my gosh!” she squeaks. “It was him!”
“You’re banging Mr. Halloween?” Elyse asks, eyes wide. “Nice!”
