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‘This.’ My hands fall to his jeans, popping open the button. ‘If you’ll have me.’

His head is shaking. ‘I’ll always have you.’

My breath catches... My eyes sting. But now isn’t the time for tears. ‘Good.’

I slide down his zipper, my teeth scraping over my bottom lip as I reach inside his briefs and pull him out. He’s hot, thick and throbbing.

Oh, yes.

He ducks his head, takes my mouth with his, and I pump my hand over him, loving how his entire body trembles, his breath shudders, his lips lose traction with mine.

He thrusts his hands up my thighs, my dress bunched within his grasp, and I tilt my pelvis higher as I lower his cock to me, slipping aside my thong as I go.

I’m so wet his head slides in with ease, slipping past my clit, parting my lips, and inside... I throw my head back as I accept him in one blissfully sharp thrust. He’s so perfect, so hot and hard as he fills me, and I clench around him tight.

‘Coco...’ He groans, his body stilling, his length buried within me.

I open my eyes, stare up at him. He’s trying to fight, to keep control.

‘Let go with me, Ash.’

I move over him, one hand pulling his head down, bringing his mouth to mine, the other pressing down between us, my fingers forking either side of his cock, buried deep within me, enjoying the feel of him there, coated in my wetness, before I pull back to circle over my clit.

I whimper into his mouth, my body shuddering around him as I let ripples of ecstasy work their way from my core to the tips of my toes. He lifts me against him, draws my other leg up and around him as he presses my body back against the car and finds his rhythm, swift and fierce, driving me crazy.

I raise my free hand to his face, run my thumb over his lips, and he dips his mouth over it, tongues it, sucks it back as his eyes lock with mine. All heat and fire. No pain. Not now.

He nips at my palm with his teeth and then flicks his head back, his neck cording with tension. His climax is coming and I’m wrapped up in his pleasure, my fingers picking up their pace over my clit.

‘Fuck, Coco... Coco...’ His eyes lock back onto mine, his thrusts turn jagged, and I grip him tighter between my thighs.

‘Yes, Ash.’

Pleasure explodes through me, through him. His release is hot and pulsing, so raw and intense within me. His groan echoes off the brick walls and I cling to him, my head dropping into the crook of his neck, my body unwilling to let him go, my mind unwilling to let the outside world back in.

I listen to his heart pounding, to the rasp of his breath as it starts to steady and slow. He lowers me to my feet and I can feel him slip out. No.

I look up at him, regret clear in my face as I say, ‘Now I wish we were in bed.’

He gives a soft laugh as I scoop tissues from my jacket pocket and help him out with the mess.

‘Lucky no one walked in on us,’ I say, making conversation while I scan the car park for a bin.

‘Jackson said he’d keep it secure.’

He takes the tissues from me and walks off to the corner of the garage, clearly knowing his way around. I watch him go, admiring his firm behind in his jeans, the sheer masculinity in the breadth of his shoulders, the severe cut of his hair. A fresh ripple of desire runs through me, centring around my heart.

He gets rid of the tissues and turns back to me, his stride faltering as he cocks a brow at me. ‘What?’

I smile. I can tell he’s read it all on my face. ‘Nothing.’

His smile is tentative, questioning, as he closes the distance, pulling me against him once I’m within reach.

‘Nothing?’ he says, looking down into my eyes.

‘I was just so sad earlier...’ I stroke his cheekbones, his hair, raking my eyes over his face and seeing all that I’m falling for looking back at me.

‘And now?’


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