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The orgasm crashed through her with unexpected force, her muscles clenching around him as waves of pleasure radiated outward from her core. She felt him tense behind her, heard his sharp intake of breath before he followed her over the edge.

They collapsed together, tangled limbs and shared breath in the darkness.

Before Allison could catch her breath, strong hands gripped her waist, turning her onto her back. The sudden movement made her gasp, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

“Not done with you yet,” he whispered, his voice husky as he positioned himself between her legs.

Chapter 18 Don’t Get Kidnapped

Her mind was foggy with pleasure, every nerve ending still singing. When he spread her thighs wider, she whimpered—not from pain but from the overwhelming sensitivity that made even the air feel like too much stimulation.

His mouth found her center without hesitation. The first touch of his tongue against her swollen clit sent electricity through her body. She arched off the bed, a cry escaping her lips.

“Too much,” she managed to say, but her hands found his hair, pulling him closer rather than pushing him away.

He didn’t stop. If anything, the sound of her voice seemed to drive him on. His fingers entered her while his tongue worked in relentless circles. The dual sensation—the firm pressure inside while his mouth worked magic outside—quickly built a new wave of tension within her.

“Oh God,” she panted, her hips moving of their own accord. “I can’t—I’m going to—”

Her words dissolved into incoherent sounds as the pleasure crested again. This orgasm was different—deeper somehow, rolling through her in long, powerful waves rather than sharp peaks. Her thighs trembled against his head as she came apart beneath him.

Only when her body finally stilled did he lift his head, his lips glistening in the dim light. He moved up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, between her breasts, along her collarbone.

Allison couldn’t do anything but feel the lingering pulses of pleasure and the weight of him against her. Her heart hammered against her ribs, her breathing ragged.

His hands slid beneath her, lifting her hips as he positioned himself behind her. Allison felt the mattress dip with his weight, felt the heat of his body as it pressed against her back. She gasped when he entered her, a slow thrust that made her fingers clutch at the sheets.

“I love you,” he whispered against her ear, his breath hot on her neck.

She couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words as he moved with agonizing patience, each stroke deeper than the last. Her body responded instinctively, arching to meet him, wanting more despite the exquisite torment of his restraint. The room filled with the sound of their breathing, the creak of the bed, the soft wet sounds of their connection.

Time seemed to stretch and bend. Minutes or hours—Allison couldn’t tell. Her world narrowed to the point where their bodies joined, to the building pressure that coiled tighter with each thrust. When his hand slipped between her legs, finding her clit, she cried out, her voice breaking.

“Cum with me,” he murmured, his rhythm quickening slightly.

The orgasm built like a wave, cresting slowly before crashing over her in relentless pulses. She felt him follow, his body tensing, his grip tightening on her hip as he groaned her name. For a long moment, neither of them moved. Allison rested her forehead against his shoulder, her breathing gradually settling as his arms tightened around her.

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“Are you serious?”

Shane heard Allison’s incredulous voice the moment he stepped into Sundown Diner. He turned toward the sound and spotted her standing beside the service counter, hands planted on her hips as she glared at Summer.

Summer held a small blackboard in her hands. Shane frowned, glanced around the restaurant, and spotted Silas and Gabriel seated at a table near the window. He headed toward them, casting another curious glance at the two women to figure out what was going on.

“I am!” Summer declared, letting out an exasperated breath. She lifted the blackboard and hung it on a nail attached to the wooden counter.

Shane’s eyes narrowed as he read the words written across it.

DON’T GET KIDNAPPED AT MY DINER.

He burst out laughing. Silas and Gabriel quickly followed, both grinning as they read the sign.

Allison, however, looked thoroughly unimpressed.

“This isn’t funny!” she snapped, shooting all three men an irritated glare. “Why are you laughing?”

Shane glanced between the two women. “What’s going on?”