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Meeting my eyes, she trails her wet fingertips down her neck and over her collarbone, leaving a slick trail in their wake. My breath catches as she pushes the fabric away from her breast and circles her hard pink tip with her wet fingers.

She makes this sweet little noise of arousal that makes my cock weep.

Her lips part as she pinches and pulls at her nipple. Her other hand comes up to cup her other breast, testing the fullness. When a zipper goes down, I don’t even need to turn to see that it’s Jack who has his hand on his cock.

I don’t glance his way. I don’t want to miss one minute of our girl. He’s got the right idea though. Fuck, our girl is amazing.

She stands and shimmies out of her panties, letting them drop to the floor and stepping out of them. My fingers itch to snatch them up. To inhale her arousal and stuff them in my pocket. But instead, I hold perfectly still and wait for her next move. The negligee covers her to the top of her thighs, hiding that perfect pussy from our view.

She’s barefoot as she glides across the floor toward us. Full of fucking confidence. I can’t take my eyes off her. Whatever she wants of mine, she can have. Because I know this girl, and she won’t take more than I’m willing to give. But the joke is on her, because I’d give her everything if she asked.

She stops in front of me and puts her hands on my shoulders to help herself straddle my lap. Her bare pussy rests against my denim covered erection, but I don’t reach for her.

This is her show. She wants to lead? She can lead me right to hell, and I’d follow willingly. God, this woman gets under my skin and makes me want her in a way no other woman has been able to.

That’s why I tried to fight this feeling of possessiveness for her at first. I needed to hold her at arm’s length, but that only lasted for a moment with Harper, because fuck, this girl is everything she advertises.

Caring. Warm. Beautiful inside and out. The love of my fucking life, and I’m willing to burn with her if she needs me to.

She slides her hands up her hips, drawing the negligee up with them, flashing that smooth stomach at me. I clutch my hands into the couch cushion as my gaze lowers to her pussy. I’ve fucked this girl so many times. But it’s like I can’t get enough.

Every time is new. Every time catches me off-guard and makes me want her even more. There is no satiating this need I feel for Harper.

That first time I worried about hurting her, but she took every inch of me. So deep. So warm.

When she cups her breasts, the negligee falls softly down around her hips. The sheer fabric barely hides her from me. I catch the hem between my fingers, rubbing the silky fabric, remembering when I tore the white one off her. My cock twitches at the memory. How rough we were and how she took it. With pleasure.

She’s always taken everything we throw at her. Always been so strong and so brave.

But she’s still that girl who fell apart in my arms the morning after we all slept together for the first time. The one who went numb after we pushed a little hard and fast in the closet. The girl who trembled and clung to me as I held her after I released her from that closet. That girl is still here and that’s the girl I’m afraid of unleashing.

That somehow, I’ll be the reason she breaks. I’ve held her together before, but what if I’m not strong enough to hold her together this time?

“I love you, little nympho.” I meet her eyes and hers soften.

She cups my jawline as she presses her lips against mine. Part of me is afraid that she’ll see how weak I was. How lost I was without her. How afraid I was that I’d lost her.

“I’m here, War,” she whispers against my lips. “I’m alive. We’re together. That’s all that matters. They can’t take this away from us. They can’t take my love away from you.”

I breathe in the heady mix of her arousal and the sweet vanilla that clings to her. Unable to resist, I grab her hips, my fingers digging into her supple ass as I drag her against my straining cock.

“Without you, I’m nothing,” I whisper before taking her mouth with mine. I lift her against me and stand. She wraps her legs around my waist and clings to me.

I’m done playing nice. She’s mine and I need to fuck her. This isn’t about making love. This is need. Bold, stark, hot need.

I lower with her onto the bed. She unwraps her legs and crawls backward onto the bed more as I follow her back, stalk her. My eyes never leave her hungry ones as I undo my jeans and push them and my boxers off, before settling between her spread legs.

“Is this what you need, little nympho?”

“Yes, War.” She wets her lips.

I grab the neckline of the negligee in my hands and rip it down the center, exposing her to me.

She gasps softly, but the fire in her eyes burns brighter.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes, War.” She arches up, her skin seeking mine.