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“Fuck yeah, baby, feel those perfect tits,” he murmurs. “Tell me how good my cock feels moving in and out of your tight cunt.”

“I love it!” I groan, doing my best to try to form some sort of coherent words. “Fuck, Cash! Fuck me!”

He follows my words, setting his hands under my ass and starting to move my entire body as he moves in and out of me. He watches the site where our bodies are connected as one, and each slide in and out pulses another spark of pleasure through my entire being straight to my core.

“Yes!” I cry out. “Oh, God, yes!” I reach down and start to rub my clit. I’m seconds from exploding, and I have no idea what the detonation will do to my body.

“Come for me, Ivy,” he demands. “Come all over my cock.” It’s like he already knows my body, knows the tells even better than I know it.

I let go of my clit and lean forward, clawing at his chest with my nails as my body betrays me and I start to come. I’m gyrating over him, moving with his hands still on my ass, clawing as I try to find something to grip. I’m coming totally undone, and he slides a finger over to slip it into my ass. It’s all too much in the midst of my climax already, and I scream his name and maybe some curse words and who the fuck knows what else. It’s intense as fire rips all through me, wave after unending wave of hot pleasure throbbing at our point of connection.

“Fuck,” he roars as my pulses start to slow, and I glance up to watch his face twist with his own pleasure as his climax plows into him. I ride it out, balancing on his chest now as his hands continue to set our rhythm under my ass, one finger still pushed in there, and when his pulses start to slow, eventually he removes his finger.

“Holy fuck, Ivy. That was hot as hell,” he murmurs.

“Best. Sex. Ever,” I murmur, punctuating each word as I lift off him and move to his side, snuggling into him.

I can’t help but think that there’s nothing quite as addictive as Tuesday morning sex with Cash Maddox.

CHAPTER 30: Cash Maddox

Honeymoon

A few hours later, we’re saying our goodbyes to my mother and heading back toward the airport in our rental car.

Ivy reaches over and sets her hand on my leg and squeezes before pulling her hand away, and I reach over and grab it back into mine.

“Thanks for coming with me.”

“This was really fun,” she says softly. “I loved meeting your mom.”

“She loved you, too,” I murmur.

“Oh yeah? How do you know?”

I chuckle. “She told me.”

“What did she say?”

She’s clearly fishing for compliments, and it makes it feel like my mother’s approval means more than it should for something that was just supposed to be an agreement. But I think we’re all well aware that it’s far beyond that at this point.

“She said she could see why I snapped you up as quick as I did.”

Ivy giggles. “Shut up, she did not.”

I hold up a hand. “Honest to God. She also said that you’re adorable and so sweet, but the thing that really stuck out that she said is the way you look at me. She said she couldn’t really put words to what it was, but it wasn’t that awestruck look that my former conquests had in their eyes when they looked at me, but more like a mutual respect and admiration.”

“That’s lovely,” she murmurs.

“And so are you.”

This weekend felt like a chance to get to know each other away from the spotlight that we seem to be constantly cast in when we’re back home.

“I wish it didn’t have to end,” she says. “I wish we could just take a honeymoon, you know? Escape to some resort in the Caribbean for the next three weeks.”

My lips tip up a little as I glance over at her. “The next three weeks?” I repeat.

She nods. “Isn’t that when training camp starts?”