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“Down,” he growls.

Chapter 33

Spencer

We are not doing that. We’re not saying our goodbyes or any other combination of words. Not now. Not when a perfect memory is being made.

“Down,” I growl.

My grip is too rough, too tight.

I slam into Riley, down to the hilt, and her face unravels. Her back arches, pushing her perfect tits into my face. Not one to waste an opportunity, I pluck a hard peak between my teeth and watch her squirm.

She’s fucking bliss.

I suckle down hard, lifting her with my hands.

“Feck, Spe—oh my?—”

She’s tightening around me already.

“Slow down, Riles.” The gravel in my voice is grating.

She’s trying to rise again, and I hold her down in place.

Dark, fiery eyes meet my own. “I need to move.”

“You move when I say you move, O’Malley.”

Her hands slide into my hair, fisting to the point of pain as she tugs my head back. Her mouth meets my neck a second later.

Hell, a man could get used to this hotheaded, needy woman.

Who am I kidding? I already have.

Everything is sexy as hell. The tiniest sway of her body makes me hard as fuck. I’m balls deep and nowhere near close enough.

Cock throbbing, I hold her down until her frustration turns to biting on my neck and my restraint is threadbare.

I haul her up in one quick motion.

Her mouth falls open, a whimper cascading out.

She isso beautiful.

Her messy bun is losing purchase. I reach up and give it a hand, tugging the scrunchie out and tossing it onto Ivy’s toy pile.

I still as Riley’s dark hair tumbles over her shoulders, spilling down over pert breasts and tickling her ribs.

“Move... Spence, I need to move,” she whispers, her back arching, eyes closing, hands tightening in my hair again.

I caress her face, pushing her hair away from her temple. “I know.”

I lift her again, letting her fall onto my cock each time until the both of us are a mess of pants and moans.

Riley’s palms meet my chest as she studies my face. Losing the blanket, she rises and stands. I mourn her warmth instantly. But I am rewarded a beat later when she drops to all fours and spreads her thighs, her finger swiping over her clit.

“Spence, come on.”