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Lachlan groaned behind me.

He stayed buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust around him before withdrawing almost completely.

Then he drove back inside.

My fingers twisted in the blanket.

God, the man was thick.

Every thrust stretched me around him, and I could feel the hard pulse of his cock each time he buried himself to the hilt.

Lachlan lowered himself over me, bracing his weight on one arm while his other hand slipped around my hip.

His fingers found my clit.

“Lachlan—”

“I’ve got you.”

He rubbed small, firm circles over the swollen nerves while continuing to fuck me from behind.

My body reacted almost embarrassingly fast.

I had barely recovered from the first orgasm, and already pleasure was tightening again deep in my belly.

“More,” I cried.

His thrusts became harder.

“Like that?”

“Mmm,” I moaned.

“Use that pretty voice.”

A whine escaped me when his fingers pressed harder against my clit.

“Yes, like that.”

“There it is. You obey me so well.”

His breathing grew heavier against my back.

I pushed myself onto my forearms, bracing so I could meet each thrust instead of simply taking it.

Lachlan noticed immediately. He straightened behind me, his fingers leaving my clit as both hands closed around my hips.

“That’s it, Mouse. Meet me stroke for stroke.”

I rocked backward when he drove forward.

The slap of our bodies joined the steady hum of the aircraft, and whatever embarrassment I might have felt about the noise disappeared beneath the pleasure building inside me.

His fingers dug into my hips as I matched his pace.

“Fuck, Isabella.”

The rough sound of my name in his voice pushed me even closer.