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My hands fall to the hem of his shirt and raise it over his firm stomach. “You’re overdressed. I want to see you, too.”

“As you wish.” He draws back with a wink then crosses his arms to drag the wrinkled fabric up, up, up, until all of his muscular glory is on display.

“Holy fuck. Don’t you sit behind a desk all day, Mr. Accountant?” His pecs twitch as I trace the strong lines and his tan nipples.

“I still live on a ranch. I know how to get my hands dirty,” he says suggestively.

“Prove it, cowboy.” Matching his enthusiasm, I flick my dress completely off and wiggle my panties down to the floor. The backs of my knees bump into the end of the bed before I carefully lower to the plush surface, trying to sexily adjust myself into the center of the mattress.

Connor sweeps a hot gaze over my body while shucking off his jeans and boxer briefs. His hard cock bobs in the air as he grabs a condom from the nightstand then crawls onto the bed until I’m caged between his arms.

“You okay? You still want this?”

“Yes, yes, yes…” I pull him down by the neck for another kiss. He growls into the aggressive move, and I hear the crinkling of a wrapper before the thick head of his cock nudges my entrance.

My ankles dig into his ass as I urge him forward. I’ve been craving this for over a decade, and I’m tired of waiting.

“Come on, Connor. Fuck me.” I’ve never been so forward in my life, and I definitely wouldn’t have been this brave in high school. But after so many years, it seems my bravery is finally deciding to kick in.

I’m not going to miss my chance to be Connor Madsen’s.

“Easy, baby.” His hips carefully shift forward, giving his dick a measured descent, until he’s buried deep. “I’m not going to rush this, Hailey. I’ve dreamed about this, about you, for too long.”

Unbidden, tears rise to my waterline, threatening to spill over at his sweetness.

“Hey, none of that.” He swipes at my cheek with his thumb. As if he’s reading my mind, Connor drops a soft kiss to my forehead then says, “Don’t think about the past. Stay here with me, okay?”

I manage a shaky nod, which earns a proud grin from him.

“That’s my girl. Now, are you ready for more?” He tests one heavy stroke, grinding his pelvis over my clit at the end.

“Please…” I beg, overwhelmed by emotion and arousal.

Connor doesn’t disappoint. A steady rhythm forms between us. A give and take. A silent conversation where only the language of our bodies is needed.

“Connor…”

“I’m right here, baby.”

His pace quickens, his thick cock stretching and rubbing and fucking me so well. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

I never want it to end.

I can’t stand it anymore.

My nails dig into his back as he pummels deep and swirls a rough thumb over my clit, and all the tension, anticipation, erupts in a hot flash of sparks.

“Connor!” It’s all I’m capable of. Crying out his name as he follows me into the bright light of pleasure.

I stretch out on the huge bed and revel in all the little aches leftover from last night’s sex marathon. Everything with Connor seems so easy these days. It’s hard to trust after our rocky start.

Connor appears in the doorway and grins when he sees I’m awake. “Morning, sleepyhead. I brought breakfast.”

He sets the wooden tray full of carefully arranged plates and glasses on the nightstand as I sit up against the headboard. Sniffing the air, a wave of nostalgia hits me in the solar plexus.

“Are those what I think they are?”

“Miss Patty’s Apple Pancakes? They sure are. I thought it’d be fitting to revisit our first home ec assignment together.”