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“I want to be so good for you . . .” She nips at my neck.

“Fuck,” I draw out. Her warm, slick pussy is greedy, taking me all the way down and causing my vision to spot.

The corner of her mouth tilts up in an arrogant little smirk—like the fight to fend off my impending orgasm is somehow entertaining. She leans back, bracing her hands on my thighs and rolling her body. Sweat beads on my forehead.

“Look at you,” I whisper.

She’s ruined me.

I’m mesmerized as I watch her body slide up and down my length, painting me with her arousal. My palms caress her thighs as I lose myself in her.

Anna’s expression softens, our chests flush, while she stares into my eyes, raking her nails over my scalp. Her forehead presses to mine.

“I love you.”

Her voice is soft and gentle—a perfect juxtaposition to the way those words affect me.

Everything narrows, and the room drops out like it was never there. We are alone in the universe.

And she loves me.

I wrap my arms around her in a bear hug, our bodies flush, and rock my hips into her. It’s not enough.

“I love you too.” I flip her on her back. “I’m trying to take my time with you, but you’re not helping yourself right now.”

Her expression turns mysterious and she arches into me. “Aren’t I?”

With a palm on each of her knees, I push them apart, then lean down and spit on her clit, thumb circling the firm pink bud. “No.”

Each barbell plucks her entrance like harp strings as I drive into her with long strokes.

She tries to hold it together but surrenders to the moment, giving herself over to it completely. I watch every second, in awe of being the one who gets to see her this way. She’s so beautiful.

My name rips from her lungs, and when her tight cunt chokes my cock, it’s soul-shaking. I revel in her sexy cries as sharp nails dig into my flesh when she comes.

I growl, fucking her harder. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me.”

“How is it so good?” she says, trying to catch her breath. “Come, Casper.”

My control snaps and I’m flooded with euphoria so quickly, I can’t do anything but take it. The orgasm crests. And lasts. The sensation breaks over me, and I anchor myself to her touch.

“Stay with me,” she murmurs, wrapping her hands around my neck and holding me close.

I nod, thrusting hard as colors flash behind my eyes. It becomes pleasure on the edge of pain. Spots blink in my vision. I pant, my jaw slack. I’ve never achieved this level of ecstasy before, it defies my understanding. Only Anna has this kind of power over me.

It takes me a while before I float back down to earth and we lie speechless. I relive the moment she uttered those three words over and over again. I’ll never be the same.

She hooks her leg over mine and traces the tattoos on my shoulder with gentle fingertips. “Will you come to Thanksgiving with me?”

I drop my chin to my chest, glancing down at her.

She tilts her head up, meeting my gaze. “It’s just Rhys and Micky and me.”

I haven’t been to a family holiday in a long time. “Thanksgiving?”

Anna chuckles softly. “Yes. You know, turkey . . . mashed potatoes . . . I want you there with me. Don’t be nervous, they already like you, we just need some hours logged.”

“I’ve never been nervous a day in my life.”