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A fresh rush of arousal floods between my thighs. The sheer, dominant filth of the question makes my core clench so hard I actually whimper.

"Yes," I breathe out, my hands gripping his broad shoulders. "God, yes. I’ll be pissed if you don’t."

"Good."

And then he goes to work, making good on his promise to hand me so many orgasms I literally pass out.

Looks like Sumner Wells might be the best bad decision I’ve ever made.

CHAPTER 6

SUMNER

My hard dick wakes me up out of a dead sleep. With all the fucking Goldie and I have done over the last few hours, you’d think it’d be out of commission. But, no. It’s there, throbbing away, hard as ever and desperate to get inside her again.

Desperate enough to yank me out of unconsciousness.

My eyes aren’t even open before I’m rubbing against the curve of her ass, leaving a sticky trail of precum behind. Fuck, her skin’s so soft, and she smells so fucking good, like me mixed with her.

Eventually, I drag my eyes open. I have no clue what time it is, only that the room is pitch black and the steady crash of the Gulf is drifting through the cracked balcony door. The freezing AC is fighting a losing battle against the warm, salty humidity bleeding in from outside.

Goldie’s passed out, her back tucked flush against my chest. Her head is using my bicep as a pillow, her messy hair tickling my jaw. My hand is clamped over her bare boob, my fingers sinking into her soft skin. I give it a slow squeeze, then drag my palm down over her stomach and hip before pulling her tighter against me. Fuck, I love how much of her I can get my hands on. My dick is rock hard, sliding between her legs as I lazily thrust against her.

I’m running on maybe a couple hours of sleep and have the beginnings of a hangover from the shitty tequila, but I barely feel any of it. No, I’m wide awake now, riding a goddamn high that has nothing to do with alcohol. It’s pure, uncut adrenaline, and the source of it is currently asleep in my arms.

For the last year, I thought Delia and I were trying for the same thing. Every month, I waited for a positive test. Every month, I told myself we’d try again when it didn’t happen, even while everything between us slowly went to shit.

Having a baby was always the part I wanted.

I never expected the trying itself to get into my head like this.

But Goldie spent the night telling me to come inside her. Begging me to give her a baby. Looking at me like the idea of getting pregnant from my dick was turning her on just as much as it was turning me on.

And apparently that does something seriously fucked-up to me.

Because now I can’t stop thinking about it.

About her wanting my cum inside her because she wants it to work. About seeing her stomach grow and knowing exactly how the baby got there. About being the one who did that to her.

My dick throbs against her ass.

Yeah.

That part is definitely new.

It’s turned into a vicious, physical craving. The more I fuck her, the deeper this addiction sinks into my bones. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling the salty-sweet scent of her skin mixed with sex and me, and squeeze her tit just to feel her sigh in her sleep.

The thought of the sun coming up puts a tight, ugly knot in my gut. Because what the fuck happens tomorrow? I don't even really know this woman. What if I actually knocked her up tonight? How do we raise a kid together? What if she wants a relationship? I'm technically still married. Everything is a massive, complicated disaster, and I’m usually the guy who plans for every possible catastrophe before I even leave the house.

But right now? In the dark? I don't give a shit. I'll worry about the fallout tomorrow. Tonight, I just want to be back inside her.

Before she passed out, she told me how much she wanted me to do this. To wake her up by fucking her. She wants it just as bad as I do.

And I’m sure as fuck going to give us both what we want.

She doesn’t move a muscle as I pull my hips back just enough to line the tip of my dick up with her pussy. She’s still soaking wet from our last round, slick between her thighs. My cock throbs against her as I drag the tip through the wetness and line myself up.

Just the thought of stretching her out in her sleep, of pumping my cum into her again while she doesn’t even know I’m doing it is beyond any of my wildest fantasies.