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“Want me to do it again?” I muttered, narrowing my eyes.

“Nope, I’m more interested in hearing you scream my name.”

Then his mouth was on me, his tongue hungrily stroking into my pussy while he thrummed my clit with his fingers. It wasn’t long before he got what he wanted.

“Yes! Corbin!” I cried, my hips lifting to meet the thrusts of his tongue while he ate me through my release.

But he didn’t stop there, sliding a finger inside and curling exactly where it drove me wild. I rocked against him, my breath breaking into short pants as he quickly drove me to the peak again.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me again.”

He added another finger and sucked on my clit until I flew apart a second time, my back arching off the bed. Then he kissed his way back up my body and settled over me, guiding his dick to my entrance.

“You forgive me yet?”

After two mind-blowing orgasms, I definitely had. But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t use the situation to egg him on and see what happened. “I’m not sure. You should try to convince me more.”

“Sure seemed like you did when you were screaming my name.” He grinned down at me. “Twice.”

“Don’t be cocky.”

“But isn’t that what you want? My cock?”

My soft laugh turned into a moan as he pushed in slowly, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. When he was fully seated, he growled, “So fucking perfect. Every damn time.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and clenched around him on purpose.

“Start moving,” I urged, my nails digging into his shoulders.

His hips jerked back and snapped forward, setting a hard and fast rhythm. I met every thrust, the last of the argument burning away under the heat of our passion.

“That’s it, baby,” he grunted. “Take what I give you. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

The dirty command and relentless pace shoved me over the edge again. I shattered around him with a broken cry. Corbin followed, burying himself deep as he came with a rough groan of my name.

He kept most of his weight off me but didn’t pull out, resting his forehead against mine while our breathing slowed.

Eventually he lifted his head enough to meet my eyes. “We good?”

I reached up and traced the line of his jaw. “Yeah, we’re better than good.”

The tension from earlier was gone…and I found myself kind of looking forward to the next time we argued because I knew exactly how I wanted it to end.

20

CIPHER

The morning settled quietly over the backcountry, sunlight warming the windows while Bex studied at the section of the long table she had taken over. Pink, blue, and yellow notes spread across the dark wood in bright clusters beside neatly stacked textbooks, making her end of the study look alive against the order I had maintained for years. The contrast should have distracted me, but I’d discovered I liked seeing proof of her in every room almost as much as I liked waking with her body tangled around mine.

The argument over her vehicle and driver the night before had ended with Bex pressed beneath me, still flushed with temper while I kissed every grumbling complaint out of her mouth. Remembering the way her legs had locked around my hips sent blood into my cock, leaving the thickening length trapped uncomfortably behind my sweatpants as I watched her chew the end of a pink highlighter.

She caught me staring before I redirected my attention to the household-security report on my screen, and the pleased curve of her mouth told me she knew exactly where my thoughts had gone.

Her cheeks warmed as she rearranged two pages, placing a yellow sheet between a blue one and a row of pink tabs, then noticed me watching the system she’d built. “Do the colors bother you?”

“No. The lack of sequence did until I figured out what each one meant.”

Bex blinked. “You decoded my study notes?”