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Oh? I didn’t like that. How long had Auclair and his men been watching me?

“He’s taunting me.” Reath lifted his head, and I looked at that fierce glint in his eyes. “I won’t let him touch you.”

“I know.” I lowered my head and kissed him.

I thought all the amped-up emotion coiled inside him would cause our desire to explode. That he’d drag me down and take me.

But while the kiss was forceful and filled with emotion, he kept it slow.

That’s when I realized that Reath needed to be soothed. He didn’t need more aggression. He needed something softer, sweeter.

I straddled his lap and kept kissing him. The man tasted addictive. He was the best kind of drug.

“Want you,” he murmured.

“I want you too.” I ran my lips over his jaw.

He stood, holding me tight. I wrapped my legs around his hips.

“I want to fuck you in my bed.”

I bit his earlobe. “No objections here.”

He carried me upstairs. In his bedroom, we stripped each other of our clothes.

Reath sat against the headboard, stroking his thick cock and watching me. I crawled across the bed and straddled him again.

“Why, when I’m with you, does all the shit disappear?” he murmured.

His words hit me hard. My chest felt full and warm. I had no response, so I just pressed my mouth to his.

We kissed for a long time, and soon his palms cupped my breasts. I shimmied against him, rubbing against the hard cock beneath me.

“Please,” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, and I lifted my hips, watching as he rolled it on. He held his cock in place and I went up on my knees. I felt the thick head of him nudge me, then I lowered down.

I moaned as his thickness filled me. Our gazes met, and I tried not to jolt. This felt…so intimate. I felt so connected to him.

Then I started to ride him. “Reath.”

His hands gripped my hips. “Right here, Frankie.”

Soon, we were moving faster. He urged me on, went deeper.

“You feel so right,” he growled.

Nothing in my life had ever felt so right.

When we came, we came together.

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REATH

Iwoke when Frankie rolled over, threw a leg over me, and snuggled in. It was still nighttime, the room dark except for the sliver of light from the bathroom.

She loved close contact when she was sleeping. I ran a hand down her bare back, and she let out a cute, soft sigh.