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With a growl, I felt him fumbling between our bodies, unfastening his jeans.
“Hurry.”
I felt the tip of his cock brush against me and my belly clenched in anticipation. Then he surged inside me.
“Yes, Marc.” My hands convulsed on his shoulders, my inner muscles stretching to take him.
“So wet for me,” he groaned. “So tight.”
“Yes.” I held on as he pounded inside me.
“So mine,” he growled.
I was. I ran my lips along his jaw and then I bit him. “And you’re mine.”
He growled again, and I panted. His hands slid down and clenched on my ass. He tilted my hips and went deeper.
“God, don’t stop,” I moaned.
Then Marc’s mouth was on mine. The kiss was rough and hot. He slammed into me, his cock going deep.
“Marc.”
He thrust faster.
A scalding-hot orgasm hit me. I arched into him, and he swallowed my cries.
“Fucking hell.” He thrust again, gripping me hard. “It just keeps getting better.” Then, he pressed his face against my neck and groaned through his own release.
I held him tight, my heart fluttering fast, listening to the glorious sounds he made.
When he pulled back, his gaze hit mine. His beautiful lips were tilted in a smile, and my heart squeezed. I saw love and happiness.
“Glad you’re home,” he murmured.
“Me too.”
“Love you, Colbie.”
I pressed my lips to his ear. “Love you right back.”
“You hungry?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
He grinned.God. So gorgeous and all mine.
“Then let’s get home. I have steaks marinating. Then, I’m going to fuck you again in our bed, and later this evening, we’re going to go meet the squad for a drink tonight at Hemi’s.”
I felt happiness bloom inside me.
Our bed.
Our home.
Our friends.
Our life.
