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“There won’t be a later if you don’t hurry your ass up.”

I don’t talk to men this way.

But Declan—he’s grinning as he grabs the box of condoms. “I like bossy Ginny.”

“You better. It’s your fault she exists.”

He doesn’t make me ask for more kisses, for more touches, for more everything, instead taking liberties with his hands, with his mouth, with his body, stroking me and teasing me, my breasts, my ass, my vagina—until I’m so hot and ready thatwhen he finally—finally—slides into me, everything inside me shatters.

I bite my lip to keep from screaming as the orgasm overtakes me.

“Holy fuck, Ginny,” he whispers, pushing deeper and deeper while I grip his ass and hold him tight, my entire body pulsing and alive and free.

“Feel—so good,” I pant.

“Yes, you do,” he gasps back.

His eyes pinch, and then he buries his head in my neck, and I realize he’s coming too.

And I love it.

I love him inside me.

I love that I drive him past the point of control.

I love that I trust him with my body.

With my fears.

Withme.

Flow howls.

Declan gasps out a laugh, still straining inside me, and I laugh right along with him, my vagina still clenching around him, his cock still beating in time with me.

“I can do way better,” he murmurs as I start to sag into the mattress, my muscles relaxing in ways I haven’t felt in ages.

“Hmm. I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“That means I can stay?”

I don’t answer, but I do hug him tighter.

I don’t want to let go.

Not yet.

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THE DOWN BAD PLACE

Declan

Ginny sleepingin the early morning light is one of the greatest wonders of the world.

Her arm is flung over her head, all of those curls spilled on her white-and-blue checkered pillow, the sun’s first rays touching her pink cheeks as she inhales softly, then blows out an even softer exhale.

The rest of her room is a subject for a different kind of documentarian and world wonder, but the woman herself—she’s so fucking gorgeous.