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My eyes widen, my pussy clenching at the thought, and I drag my tongue over my lips. “Do you want that?” Did I want that? I can’t think straight when he’s inside me. It’s too much.

Creed hooks my knee into his elbow, stretching me open as he thrusts deeper. His cock bumps into my cervix, and I moan, pushing against his chest for just a small sense of control.

“Yeah. I’d have you anywhere, at any time,” he says, his gaze watching where his cock is sliding in and out of me as he pumps over and over.

My nails dig into his shoulders, and I nod, even if he’s not looking at me. “Okay.”

His hazel eyes flicker up to me. “Yeah? You want me to fuck you while you sleep, Morgan?”

God, I shouldn’t, but he makes me so reckless and I just want…him. “Yes.”

He groans, picking up his pace. I can feel every inch of his thick cock being dragged in and out of my channel. It feels so good. I thought the bar was a one-off thing, but it’s clear it’s not. Clear that this is us, and sex will always be explosive.

“Oh god,” I whine as he leans down, stretching my leg farther as his lips tug on my nipple before kissing up to my lips.

His breathing is erratic, his hips moving with a little less rhythm. “Tell me to come inside. Tell me you want my cum.”

My eyes roll back at his words. He’s not wearing a condom, and we just had a pregnancy scare, but the logical part of my brain doesn’t win. I'm too lost in him. Instead, my legs and arms hold him tighter.

“Please, please. Come inside me,” I beg.

Creed lets out a guttural groan and slams deeper. His cock swells and pulsates as he dumps his entire load inside my unprotected pussy. I shudder at the feeling, each throb of his cum filling me.

And it’s as good as I imagined it would be if I had let him do it in Arizona. He keeps himself buried like that until every drop is drained before finally pulling out, dropping my leg, and rolling me onto my side. He cups my pussy, his fingers stuffing inside my throbbing, swollen flesh like a plug.

I turn my head to stare at him, stunned.

He gives me a tired but sated smile. “I don’t like the idea of it leaking out of you.”

I blow out a shaky breath. “We’ll have to get a Plan B in the morning.”

“Mmhmm, sure,” he says in a tone that doesn’t strike confidence. I leave it for tonight, too tired to fight it, and let sleep take me as easily as it took him.

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9

MORGAN

I lie cocoonedin the warmth of Creed’s arms. I savor it, committing every detail to memory before I have to pull away. Last night was a moment of wild emotions and letting them out, but now it’s time for reality.

He doesn’t move as I slide out from under him and tiptoe to the kitchen to start my coffee. It’s my only solace now that I’ve had to give up energy drinks, my dad’s heart attack scaring me off them.

A single cup of coffee, and I’ll treasure it like a dragon protecting his hoard. My fingers run over the small bump of my belly; it’s not from a baby,obviously. It’s a stubborn ten pounds I could lose, but don’t care to. I imagine how it would feel if it stretched, pulled tight growing a child. Our child. The thought feels foreign, a concept I can’t yet grasp.

Could I have had Creed’s baby?

I’m not sure I want to be a mother. It’s not something I’ve really thought of before. My parents divorced when I was in elementary school, and my father got me full-time until theysent me to boarding school after my mother remarried within the next year. It was easier on both of them, and over time, she was too busy with her new family to reach out too often.

Never been in a long-term relationship to consider it either. Didn’t have much time when I was doing everything I could to get a degree and get into the police academy to follow in my father’s footsteps.

I never really thought past that, and now I’m here in this small coastal town spending my night with a man I never imagined. My life pales in comparison to the joy of being near Creed. It makes me want to rethink everything else, and that feels crazy.

A sane woman wouldn’t completely redesign her life for a man they just met? Yet, he makes me want more than this…this life that is forever being the shadow of someone who simply can’t stand me.

Footsteps have me looking over my shoulder, catching his eyes as he watches me from the doorframe of the kitchen. “Morning.”

His lips twitch. “Morning. Mind making me a cup as well?”