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“Because my phone is shut off, and your door is locked,” he says, reaching over to turn the deadbolt. “And because I cleared the rest of the schedule and told Beth I won’t be back today.”

“What about your wife? Aren’t you needed at the hospital?”

“Doctor has her on sedatives,” he whispers between open-mouthed kisses down my neck. “We have all the time in the world, Jules. I’m not leaving here until we’re both satisfied.”

He hauls me into his arms, and the long stride of his legs propel us toward my bedroom. My heartbeat takes off in a gallop. He drops me onto the mattress and reaches for his tie. I sit up and remove my top. My breath quickens as he takes off his shirt. The room is quiet, save for the soughing of breaths and the flutter of clothing hitting the floor.

I lie back on the mattress, aroused and naked, and watch, entranced, as he pulls his zipper down and exposes his erection. He removes a foil packet from his wallet before kicking off his slacks, and I spread my trembling legs, more desperate for him than I’ve ever been as he rolls on the condom.

There’s no foreplay.

Cash takes me in pure conquest, his muscular body pinning me to the bed as he thrusts into me.

We both gasp, lips an inch apart.

His girth is massive, stretching me to my limit and making me achingly full, from my heart to my pussy. Everything inside me is overflowing. There’s nothing slow or gentle or even calculated in the way he moves.

He’s driven by pure animal instinct as he fucks me. I respond in kind, arching up to meet the forceful plunders of his cock as I rake my fingernails down the rippling muscles in his back. A cry blasts off my lips with each jabbing thrust of his shaft.

“Feels so good,” I whimper.

“Fucking incredible,” he huffs against my lips. “God, I love you.”

It’s not the first time he’s said he loves me, but something about the way he says it now hits me square in the chest. I’m overcome by blinding emotion, and frantic to get closer, to crawl inside his skin and become one with him. He sends me spiraling out of control, shooting pure lust to every nerve ending in my body, making me tremble with the need for more.

“I want on top,” I say, planting my palms against his chest. He rolls us, and I mount him, my body arching, the hardened peaks of my breasts rising as my hips take on the motion of riding the man underneath me.

“Jesus, Jules. The things I want to do to you.”

“What’s stopping you?” Inch by huge inch, I take his cock again and again until he’s groaning with each slide of my pussy.

“Don’t want to scare you away.” He grabs me by the hips, guiding the pace, forcing himself deeper.

“I can’t be scared away. I love how dominant you are in bed.”

The way he looks at me is a bolt to the heart, reminding me of the first moment I laid eyes on him. That connection with him steals my breath. I hasten the pace, taking his cock faster and deeper, driven by the tightness in my groin and the liquid heat pooling around his shaft.

Slamming my palms against his chest, I curl my fingers, nails biting into his skin. “I’m so close.”

He tightens his grip on my waist and jerks up to meet me, burying himself balls deep. “Touch yourself.” The command is a breathless rasp on his lips as he watches me from below, his powerful body drenched in sweat and straining between my thighs.

Holy hell, I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.

Cash is animalistic in conquest, beauty in surrender, and utterly captivating as the ember of his gaze scorches me. I reach between us and rub my clit, and thirty seconds is all it takes before I liquefy around his cock.

“Cash!” His name launches into my bedroom until it’s ringing in my ears, a tireless echo off the walls. A shudder seizes my limbs, and I fall onto his chest in a blanket of sweat as an orgasm rips through me.

He yanks my head back, hand a tight fist in my locks, and pulls me into a demanding kiss full of need and conquer. We’re still moving as one, rutting like animals, and another wave of ecstasy soars through me.

“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” The sinful prayer is a mantra on my tongue as I pulse around his cock. My second orgasm sends him into feverish abandon. With a growl, he flips us and yanks my left leg over his shoulder, delivering each conquering thrust as quick and desperate as the last. When he comes, it’s with the oath of my name on his lips.

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