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I had no plans to. Hell, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

I turned my head and bit her earlobe. She let out a husky cry.

“You fit me just right, London Coleman.”

“Yes.”

“So wet. So tight. All mine.” I groaned, my body slapping against hers as I filled her with my cock.

I closed my eyes, breathing through the unbearable pleasure. I was feeling her, connected to her, and it felt so damn good.

“I’m close,” she panted.

“Look at you.” I leaned back a little, running my hand down her beautiful, sweat slicked body. Down to where she was stretched around my cock. “Look at the way you take me.”

She made an incoherent sound. I rubbed her clit, and she cried out.

I thrust harder, loving the way her breasts jiggled. “Look at you taking my cock, London.” I pressed my mouth to hers, and felt my release coming in my spine, gut, and balls.

“Kavner!” She cried my name, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I felt her mouth on my neck, and she moaned through her climax.

Fuck, I loved watching her come, hearing it and feeling it. I bucked, filling her deep. “This is mine, isn’t it?”

“Kavner.” Her dazed gaze hit mine.

“Mine.”

“Yours.”

Burning pleasure scalded down my spine. My cock pulsed, my powerful orgasm hitting in a rush. Groaning her name, I spilled inside her.

29

LONDON

Getting carried by a handsome, naked billionaire—who’d just given me the best, longest orgasm of my life—felt pretty good.

Thanks to Kavner and the painkillers, I was feeling great.

He carried me into his bedroom.

Oh, I liked it. I looked around, curious to see his personal space. The room was big, with a large bed covered with a pale-gray duvet, resting on a large, plush rug. A Scandi-looking leather armchair sat by one of the floor-to-ceiling windows. An abstract painting in muted shades of blue hung on the wall above the bed.

He set me down on the covers, and kissed me. I felt a flash of pain in my face and winced.

He gently touched my hair. “I’m such an asshole. You’re hurt, and I wasn’t gentle—”

I caught his hand. “I didn’t want gentle.” I nibbled his lips. “And I’m made of tough stuff.”

He cupped my cheek. “You don’t have to be tough with me.”

Butterflies winged through my belly. “It was perfect, Kav. It was what I needed.”

I felt a clutch of vulnerability and realized that I’d spent my life trying not to be vulnerable. Protecting myself from hurt.

From people who left.

My heart thudded, leaving my throat dry. Kavner would leave too, one day, but I was determined to enjoy him until then. Enjoy this.