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Her hips buck beneath my touch as I work her into a frenzy, but no matter how intense her sensations become, she keeps her eyes on mine and her hands gripping the sheets at her sides.

She’s a sight to fucking behold. I dip my tongue inside her just as she moans. My girl likes that. Her body shudders—once. Twice. Three times. And before I can wipe my chin off or process what’s next, she’s pulling me up and guiding me into her.

“I need you. In me. Now,” she pants between breaths. Then the last one is capped with one long, guttural groan from both of us as I push slowly into her.

Fuck.

Just . . . fuck.

My head rolls back on my shoulders and my eyes fall closed as her sweet pussy grips every hard inch of me. It’s the best kind of torment. The kind I want to withdraw so I can feel all these sensations again when I push back in but also, never want to leave.

“Blair. Jesus, woman.”

Her chuckle is a low rumble as she lifts her hips and milks my cock with her muscles.

“Please,” she whispers.

And she doesn’t have to ask twice. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into the flesh, before pulling out and driving into her again.

The way she stretches around me.

The glisten of her fucking arousal.

The way her tits jolt with each push in.

The way she fucking feels.

I think in sensations. Her taste’s still on my tongue. Her wet heat’s wrapped around me. Her begging mewls soft but demanding. The scent of us together.

The pressure builds. Brick by goddamn brick with each drive in, each grind against her clit, and every fucking slide back out.

It’s addictive. Everything about the moment and looking down at her as she gets pulled under the tsunami of pleasure, as she comes again, is the sexiest fucking sight I’ve ever seen.

Her teeth in her bottom lip. Her breasts heavy and nipples hard. Her eyes glazed but on mine. Her hair fanned out over the pillow. And her pussy absolutely drenching me as she pulses around me.

I can’t look away.

I don’t want to.

And then my own orgasm hits. It’s a sucker punch of pleasure that robs me of all thought. That heightens every sensation. That I know will own me for fucking ever.

Blair Carmichael is it.

Looking down at her as I come harder than I’ve ever come before in my life, I know it.

I broke my rules for her.

And I don’t break them for anybody.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Blair

“Blair.”

If satisfaction and exhaustion could be woven into a sound, it would be Lachlan’s deep voice.

“Hmm?” My eyes are closed and my body’s still vibrating from him, from the mind-blowing sex . . . from everything that has to do with him.