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“Just once…” The words leave my mouth before I can think them through, and his mouth crashes against mine.

I shut my eyes as he grips my waist, the familiar feeling of his kiss dominating me with ease.

He slides his hand under my dress and pushes my panties to the side.

Groaning, he yanks them off and lets them fall to the floor.

“Is this still mine?” He presses his thumb against my clit, massaging it in slow, sensuous circles until I’m soaking wet.

My eyes flutter open as he pushes me onto the couch.

I watch him take out a condom and unbutton his pants in the same way he’s done in all my misguided fantasies. With his gaze locked on mine, he gently grabs my right leg and lifts it over his shoulder.

He slides his cock deep inside me, and I can’t help but moan his name.

I hate that I’ve missed this—that I’ve missed him—but as he thrusts in and out of me, my final walls of denial crumble.

“Is this still mine?” he asks.

Yes. “Ahhh…”

“Tell me it’s still mine,” he demands, thrusting into me harder. “Tell me now.”

“Yes.” I pant. “It’s still yours.”

“I fucking thought so...” He abruptly pulls out of me, denying me an orgasm and leaving me too far from the edge.

Before I can tell him to finish, he grabs my hips and turns me around to face the windows.

Then he slides into me, deeper this time while grabbing a fistful of my hair.

His eyes meet mine in the darkened glass, and I moan as he slaps my ass between thrusts.

“You’ll always be mine…” he growls in my ear. “Always.”

My nails dig into the cushion as my pussy throbs against his cock, and I know it’s only a matter of seconds before I can’t hold on anymore.

He kisses my neck before biting my skin, and my body begins to shake.

I cry out as he pushes me to my limit, and I feel his body tense behind me at the same time.

“Jameson…” “Scarlett…” we say in unison.

I fall face forward into the pillows, and he keeps his hands on my waist to keep us entwined.

Panting, I take my time catching my breath and savoring every second of the aftermath.

His lips move against my neck before kissing my collarbone.

When I can finally feel my legs again, he slowly pulls out of me and turns me over.

“Can we talk now?” he asks. “Or would you like to show me how much you didn’t mean ‘once’?”

“The latter,” I say, and he kisses me, sliding into me again.

And again…

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