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anyone but me, yeah?”
    “Not until you say you’re done.”
    I smiled before I turned his head so I could have his mouth.
    “And I’ll need a notarized letter if you plan to stop sleeping with me.”
    “Duly noted,” I agreed before I kissed him.
    I’d loved before, twice, but I’d never been in love, and now I got it as I felt a flutter in my chest. There had always been something not quite right in the past—wrong person, wrong time—but now, finally, I was who I wanted to be, and where, and how. I saw myself growing old in Mangrove, living a whole life here, and if I was lucky, I’d have Roark with me for most or all of that time. But I wouldn’t waste any more, and I’d make sure he knew what I wanted.
    Breaking the kiss, I grabbed his hips and wrenched him backward so he had to bend over to keep his balance. Forcing his legs apart, I leaned sideways and grabbed the lube, and the sound of the cap popping open made him shiver.
    “I don’t take any promises lightly,” I said as I greased my cock before sliding a lubed finger into his ass.
    “Neither do I,” he mewled, pushing back, trying to get me to press in deeper.
    “You have to go slow and easy.”
    “You don’t,” he ground out, his voice thick with craving. “I like slow, but not stopping. Never stopping.”
    “You like the stretch?” I asked as I added a second finger that he immediately rammed back on, hard and fast.
    “Yes.”
    “You want to be filled?”
    “Yes,” he growled, and I heard the hunger.
    Quickly I withdrew my fingers and took hold of my cock.
    “Hurry.”
    Pushing against his entrance, I opened him slowly, gently, but as he’d asked, never hesitating, just the relentless press into his body.
    “Oh Jesus, you’re huge.”
    His ass was tight and hot, and when I shoved deep and felt him take me in, the vise of suction fisting around me, I roared his name because he felt so fucking good.
    His muscles rippled and twitched, and I felt them all along my length as I eased a few inches out, only to drive back in, harder the second time, the slick lube that allowed the initial breach now making the in and out pumping a graceful, slippery pounding.
    His back arched under my chest and abdomen, and as he met each short, pistoning thrust, I realized I’d never had a lover chase his own pleasure. Everyone else had expected me to pummel them to orgasm. But Roark was loud and demanding, and even when I tried to be gentle, he wouldn’t let me.
    “Grab your cock,” I ordered, leaving no question of who was in charge and who was the one doing the submitting.
    He stroked his flesh mercilessly, and I felt his muscles clamp down around me even as I reveled in being buried inside of him.
    “I’m never loud,” he confessed in a ragged breath, spurting over his hand, coating his fingers as the sight of his climax triggered mine. The sound of him, the feel, his taste, and his abandon wrung my orgasm from me as I used him, pumping hard, filling his channel as I held him tight, one hand gripping his hair, the other on his hip.
    The aftershocks were brutal, battering, rolling through us, causing me to ease from his flesh, spin him in my arms, and crush him to my chest, enfolded and safe. He nestled against me, coiling tight, breathing with me, in and out.
    “Come get in my bed,” he begged me. “Please.”
    I knew where his bedroom was—I’d tucked him in before so I, not him, led the way down the hall.
    “Are you thirsty?” he asked as I opened the door and pulled him inside.
    “I just want to lie down with you,” I confessed, not even bothering to switch on the lamp, the moonlight allowing me to see in the dark.
    His bed was a huge California king sleigh bed with a polished mahogany finish. The first time I saw it, I’d wanted to be in it, and as I sank down onto the soft sheets amid more pillows than any one person needed, with Roark coiling around me, I wasn’t sure I could ever make myself leave.
    His left hand smoothed up