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Sensation rockets through me, stealing my breath as I ease inside. A wave of goose bumps flashes across my skin, and I shudder when my hips meet hers. “Fuck, Ophelia. You’re so soft and warm.”

She runs her hands through my hair and down my back. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

I swallow thickly and nod. “Better than good. It’s incredible. There’s nothing like it.” Desire, love, lust, need, and want trickle down my spine. My cock kicks inside her and she squeezes me. “Oh, fuck me.”

“I’d have to be on top to do that,” she teases.

I laugh and then groan, pressing my face against her neck for a second before I lift my head and cup her cheek in my palm. “I don’t know if I’ll last very long.”

“That’s okay. We have more condoms, and we can do it again if once isn’t enough for the first time.” She drags her nails down the back of my neck, eliciting a shiver.

“Everything feels heightened, more intense,” I admit.

“All these sensations are new for me, too,” she confesses. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” I kiss her and roll my hips.

“Oh God.” She bites her lip and her lids flutter closed. “You should do that again.”

I pull out and push back in. It’s like fireworks exploding in my body. Every nerve ending lights up, system on overdrive, sensation building and spiraling as I move over her, inside her. I’m hers and she’s mine. I love her, I’m in love with her, and all I want is to get deeper, to never lose this feeling.

“It feels so good to have you inside me, Mac,” she whispers against my lips, her pussy clenching around me.

“You’re mine,” I growl, mindless with desire, chasing the high.

“Always yours,” she whimpers, hips jerking and nails digging into my shoulders as I keep rolling my hips, finding a steady rhythm. “Oh fuck.” Fee’s eyes soften in a way that’s become familiar.

I cradle her cheek in my palm. “Do you think you can come for me, sweetheart?”

“I’m close, but I know how good it feels.” She hooks her foot over my hip, changing the angle, pulling me deeper. “Talk to me, I’m almost there,” she begs.

“I can’t get enough of you, Ophelia.” I fight against the sweeping wave of pleasure. “How soft you are.” I pull out to the ridge and slide back in. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock. I want to hear you moan my name when I’m inside you, filling you up.”

“God, that mouth.” Her nails press into my shoulders, her heels dig into my ass, and her mouth drops open. “Don’t ever stop.”

I hook my arm under her right leg, tucking it against my ribs. Her eyes flare and she shudders under me. “That’s it, sweetheart, let me feel you. Let me give you what you need.”

My name tumbles from her pretty lips and she clenches around me as she comes. I pump into her twice more before my own orgasm wrecks me.

It’s a high like no other.

Before I can collapse on top of Fee, I roll us to the side and wrap my arms around her, holding her tight. I feel the same but different. Whole. Connected. Sated. But still hungry for more.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She kisses me softly.

“I definitely want to do that again,” I whisper. “And like, soon.”

She kisses my chin. “Me, too.”

CHAPTER 33

FEE

“So, uh…I know you and Lexi are close, but how close exactly?” Mac’s fingers drum on his right thigh as we pull into the underground at my sister’s. We’re taking a break from hockey and working on my gallery piece to attend fajita night. Every time I think I’m done, I have another idea. I’m excited and nervous to finally share my work with people, and to finally claim my work publicly so the copycat, who is still lurking out there, will stop pretending to be me.

“She’s my sister, but sort of mom-ish, but not?” I don’t quite know why or where he’s going with this question.