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Did I read this wrong?

I color up. “Not that I expect, well, a next time, that is–”

His mouth silences my words, and as his hand slides around the back of my head and pulls me in deep, nothing else matters but what happens next.

CHAPTER 19

RAZOR

She is a sight I could get used to. Sunday is good enough to eat whole right now. That yellow dress has the same effect as the black lacy lingerie; she looks so hot it’s impossible to wait a moment longer.

As I kiss her deep and with purpose, I ease the yellow ribbon from her hair, fisting the silky strands as they cascade over my rough fingers.

She moans, the sweetest sound I have ever heard, and with one hand I unzip her dress, so it falls to a heap on the ground.

My hands slide on her skin, relishing the softness, her scent filling me completely. Her back arches toward me as I lower my hand to her ass, gripping the luscious cheeks, pulling her closer.

My lips fall to her neck; I suck the delicate skin. Her breathing shallow, her body quivering. Her hands fall to my bare chest, one of them sliding lower, inching my jeans open, cupping my balls as if she owns them.

She already does.

I have never wanted to fuck a woman during the day before. But when Sunday rode pillion, I could think of nothing else.

It doesn’t take long to strip her naked, and as my jeans fall to the floor, my cock is primed and ready.

She is light as I swing her into my arms and carry her to my bedroom. Kicking the door open, lowering her onto the bed.

I fall over her. My arms pinning her to the bed, loving how delicate she is, so perfectly formed.

My beard scratches against her chest as I suck her breast between my teeth, biting down gently, her soft moans of desire all the encouragement I need. My thumb flicks her clit, her eyes close, her lip disappears through her teeth, and as I move lower, I stick two fingers inside her damp pussy, thrusting them high, loving how it clenches on them greedily.

My tongue soon joins in, and as I lick her clean, she gasps and her nails claw my shoulder, her back sliding against the sheets as I coax her first orgasm out of her.

“Fuck, Razor, I couldn’t stop.”

The petulance in her voice makes me smile as I roll over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. I kiss her hard, her tits crushing against my chest, my hand curled into a fist, bunching her hair, holding her still, so I can devour her lips. My cock is hard, ready for release, and with one hand I fumble in the drawer, flicking a condom in place.

I bite her neck, she groans out loud and I shift her astride me, bringing her down onto my cock.

As I wrap my hands around her waist, she leans back as she rides me. Pushing forward, moving back, her eyes glassy, dreamy even as she takes what she wants from me.

Her tits move as if they have a separate life away from her, and I can’t tear my eyes away from how magnificent she is right now. Her hair is long, messy as hell; her eyes closed, her mouth parted, and her skin on fire.

She rides me like I’ve never been ridden before, and as I thrust up deep inside her, my balls are heavy and throbbing like hell. I push in deeper, harder, her clit dragging against my shaft as she moves on top of me, her mind obviously blown.

I want to do this for the rest of my life because Sunday is the sweetest woman I have ever met, with an innocence that contradicts the sexy woman she is. It’s an intoxicating combination, and my mind is scrambled. I shoot up hard inside the condom, my groan shattering the foundations. Endless streams of cum lash from my cock, filling the rubber, testing its worth. I can’t stop either. It’s as if I’ve been deprived. I suppose I have, deprived of Sunday – until now.

I cling onto her hair, rutting inside her like a wild beast, desperate for more, nowhere near done with her yet.

Sweat gleams on her porcelain skin as it joins mine, and then her eyes open and hit me square in the heart.

The connection is strong, the realization that this is more than just a quick fuck. I register the yearning, the need, the desperation, the dare I say it, love. It shocks the hell out of me, and I close my eyes against it. My hold releases, my heart rate lessens, and I attempt to get my shit together because I willnotlet Sunday into my heart.

She falls to the side, her breathing ragged, and my arm curls around her as I dispose of the condom in the trash can by my bed.

“I never expected that.”

Her giggle is infectious.