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Man, she’s so tight. I want nothing more than to pound it home, but I also want her pent up and ready to explode when I fuck her.

“Well, you’re not doin’ a very good job so far, are you?” She’s taunting me to get me to move, and she’s right; this is like torture.

I slide out of her sweet, hot pussy and slam back in. “Let’s remind you why you got no sleep last night, shall we?”

CHAPTER 9

RUBY

I said I wouldn’t do this again, that I needed space to think things over. But this man is just so good with his dick, I couldn’t help myself. Okay, maybe not just his dick. His mouth is amazing, too, but I can’t stop thinking about his words.

Drifter saying earlier that he wasn’t good enough for me saddened me. I don’t think that. I guess I was mad because I felt he’d tricked me. But after hearing him out, I can honestly say that I was only mad because of my own head. I am not the kind of person who cares what other people think, and here I was doing exactly that. Granted, he should’ve been honest from the get-go, but he’s probably right; if I’d known who he was, it’s likely I would’ve blown him off and told him to take a hike.

Sex with Drifter is amazing, but it isn’t just that. There’s a connection between us that startles me. Maybe that’s why I took off in the early hours of the morning.

Right now? He’s screwing me like a man possessed, and I cannot get enough. In out, in out.

He’s so thick and big, and my pussy is so aware of it.

I’m barely holding on when he says, “Come for me, Mama. I’ve been thinkin’ about you all day, and I’m not gonna last. I wanna feel that pussy clench around me.”

Knowing I do this to him triggers something deep inside me, and I dig the edge of my stilettos into his ass and cry out when the orgasm ripples through me. It’s just so good. He groans, cursing, then stills and empties into the condom. He’s panting, and so am I. We’re like a couple of crazy teenagers who can’t get enough of each other.

“Goddamn,” he mutters into my hair. “Baby, you’re gonna give me an early heart attack.”

I smile, knowing exactly how he feels. “True, but it would’ve been worth it.”

Drifter chuckles, “Touché.” He kisses my forehead, and I try not to melt. Drifter is affectionate in little ways that stir not just pleasure inside me, but a sense of belonging. I never thought I’d belong to any man. I’ve always been strong and independent. Not a ball buster, because I love men, but I just haven’t found my person. Could he be my person?

He slides out and fixes himself while I do the same. I tuck my hair behind my ears, but my curls bounce right out again. Then he says something I never expected. “Now I need to feed you.”

So he really does cook?

I arch a brow. “Didn’t you just do that?”

He smiles broadly. “That was just the appetizer.” He leans in for a kiss. “The main course is worth the wait.”

“Funny, I was hangin’ out for dessert.”

He runs both hands through his hair, and my libido skyrockets just watching him move. Sexy doesn’t even cut it. The man is a machine. “And so you shall have it.” He rubs his hands together. “You eat steak?”

I give him a look that spells duh, and he laughs. I like it when he does that, his whole face lights up. “Do you cook for every woman you bang on the kitchen table?”

“Nope,” he says. “You’re the only one I’m ever gonna cook for.”

I blink as he turns and heads to the kitchen, calling out the ingredients as he grabs them.

Steak.

Potatoes.

Butter.

Green beans.

Who the fuck is this man?

“Who taught you to cook?” I ask, sliding off the table.