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I grunt a sound of rejection. “Not damn likely, Riles.”

I pull out and cradle her to my body with one arm, her legs wrapping around my waist. Padding for the sofa, I put her down on it and guide her away from me. As her knees are spread, her back to me with wrists draped over the back of the sofa, I crowd her.

I thrust up into her slick center, and her body melds with mine again. This time, nobody’s watching.

I slide an arm around her ribs and tug her into my chest.

“See baby, no matter which way, we fit. Like I said, made for me,” I growl, thundering deeper.

With a rough grip, I take her chin and turn her face to the side, capturing her mouth.

Our tongues tangle as we rock into each other, rising higher and higher with every sway.

Riles raises her hands to my hair briefly, and I shift my hand down, closing my grip around the soft flesh of her neck.

Her lips part, breathy huffs escaping from them.

That telltale heat swells at the base of my spine again as lightning flashes overhead. Another band of storms has found us.

Just in fucking time.

Chapter 28

Riley

The temperature plummets again. This time, I’m sweaty for a whole different reason. I claw at the sofa, trying to resist the impending orgasm that I know will topple us both over that edge.

I don’t want this to be over.

I held off on this man for so long, and now every minute is too short. I’m a fecking eejit.

A world-class goddamn fecking eejit.

I push down the rationale that kept me away. The logic that tells me this is a bad idea, that it can’t last. That the further we go, the more this will hurt in December when I leave.

Some things are worth the pain.

This is one of them.

Spencer’s moves turn sloppy, his panting breaths hitting the back of my neck as he wraps my hair around his fist for the second time tonight. God, I love it when he does that. I’ll never look in the mirror and see my long hair the same way again.

My head tugs backward, and his lips brush past my ear.

“Riley O’Malley, you have officially ruined this man for anyone else.”

No . . . Spence, don’t say that.

The emotion has my airways closing over, and I forget I’ve been holding back.

An orgasm collides into my core, sending wave upon wave of pleasure through my veins. Like a firework detonating at my center, traveling through every part of me and lighting me up as it goes.

The second I come back down from the grandest high a girl has ever known, Spence is wrapped around me, his choppy breaths hitting my neck as he loses a low, guttural groan.

“Fuck, Riles, what have we started?”

The crowd at the midyear event is huge. I would have thought the heat would keep people at home. Apparently, I was wrong.

Ivy squirms on my lap as I try to point out Daddy to her. After a couple weeks off for his sprained shoulder, he’s back and currently helping Brady strap onto a bull called Little Fizzer. Sounds like a candy, but I have been informed Little Fizzer is no joke.