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he buried his face in the side of my neck. He tucked one arm beneath me, flattening the palm of his hand beneath my ass and thrusting my hips up so I was tilted even closer against him.
    I whimpered when he hit a spot that sent chills racing up my spine.
    His teeth scraped over my collarbone as his other arm flung out. I felt him grip the top of the headboard, bracing himself against the bedframe.
    With the angle of my body and his newfound leverage, he pushed so deep I felt the tip of his swollen and pulsing head at the entrance of my womb.
    I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.
    I failed to breathe. I failed to think.
    He’d never been so deep.
    And that spot he’d hit just moments ago?
    His cock was now pressed against it, rubbing as he thrust as deep as a man could go inside a woman.
    A guttural sound left his lips, and he started to pull back slightly. I snaked my arms around his back and kept him where he was. An orgasm was building inside me, teasing me with the sweet promise of bliss.
    It was almost painful how strong my need was to release. Something in the back of my mind whispered I should let him pull out just a little. But then the rest of me, the harlot who wanted insane pleasure, told that part of me to shut it.
    I knew when I fell, it would be the most powerful climax I’d ever known. The walls of my core were flexing so firmly around him I wondered if he could feel it.
    As if to answer my unspoken question, the hand holding my ass in place tightened. His palm filled with my flesh, and he shoved deep with a hoarse cry.
    I made a sound and clung to him, holding him tight as an orgasm ripped me in half.
    I didn’t know I was biting him until, right next to my ear, he said, “That’s it, baby. Use your teeth.”
    Still completely in the throes of an earthshattering orgasm, my teeth sank farther into his shoulder.
    He growled, and I literally felt his cock pumping his release. I whimpered as my body milked him, demanding every last drop he had to give. Even after his muscles relaxed, he was still hard.
    I collapsed against the bed, embarrassed that tears dashed to my eyes. Emotion so swift and strong rushed into my chest; it was all I could do not to cry.
    What the hell kind of woman cried after sex?
    The kind of woman who has powerful, barrier-busting sex.
    I squeezed my eyes closed as he moved inside me, a few more long strokes that felt like a sinful massage after a hard day of work.
    When he pulled out and collapsed beside me, I couldn’t move. I knew I needed to clean up, but I just didn’t care. In that moment, feeling the evidence of his release against my thighs was so satisfying.
    It was assurance that Braeden got whatever it was he needed from me.
    “Ivy,” he breathed and reached for me.
    I cuddled up to his side, and his arm fastened around me. His lips brushed over my hairline in a gentle caress, and then within seconds, his breathing deepened and sleep claimed him once more.

Chapter Three

    Romeo
    Getting out of bed sucked.
    Especially when it was early, cold out, and my sexy ass woman was pressed up against me, naked.
    I thought about slowly waking her up, teasing her folds open with my lips, and penetrating her with my tongue until she was drenched, breathing heavy, and ready for my cock.
    Yeah, the idea had merit.
    Okay, it was the best idea I’d ever had.
    But I held myself back.
    Ever since I’d put that ring on her finger and I came home for the off-season, I’d been on her like yellow on a taxi. She never complained. Hell, half the time, she started it. I actually didn’t plan on giving her much rest either, but this morning I would. She was sleeping so soundly when I slipped out from beneath her, I knew letting her rest was the best thing.
    But there were no breaks for me.
    I pulled on some workout shorts and went into the gym, pushing the door around, but not latching it. Closing it all the way only resulted in Murphy sitting outside and meowing like he was being tortured.