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“Answer!” Alex thrust in so hard my whole body jolted up.

“Y-yes.”

It was a squeak. A surrender.

Our voices, the sound of his hips hitting mine, the friction of my body against the couch—it all swirled in my ears, but nothing was as clear as his voice.

“You’re taking it all so good, baby.” Hispraise.“You’re so beautiful, baby. All for me. Mine.” Hispromise.

He fucked into me harder, holding me tight, immobile, all for him.

“Don’t-don’t stop.”

“Anything—” a merciless thrust, “—you—” another one, his voice a low growl, “—say, my love.”

His love.

There was no way to stop it. My eyes were in the back of my head and I pleaded something incoherent—louder, sobbing,begging.

Alex’s hand moved lower and when his finger grazed my clit, it all surged. I was loud, unhinged, and on top of the fucking world. I shook underneath him, crying and spent, never having experienced this before.

And that did him in, too. His breath broke against my neck as his thrusts turned erratic and uneven, and he suddenly tried to pull back.

“Jade,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

But as if possessed, I grabbed onto his arm, holding him flush against me. My fingers dug into his hip and I refused to let him move.

“Jade.” His voice was sharper now. “I’m—”

Anything you say, my love.

“Stay,” I said, the logical part of me dead.

Alex went still for a split second before he buried his face in my neck and groaned, pushing indeep.

And he stayed.

25

Tradesies

Alex

We fucked up.

We fucked up so many times, we lost count.

I came inside Jade not once, not twice, but…I didn’t know how many times. Andfuck,if that wasn’t the most irresponsible thing I’d ever done.

It just…Fuck. It just fucking happened. Again and again. I couldn’t let her out of my arms. I couldn’t stop touching her, tasting her, claiming her. Fuckingowning her.I wanted all of her.

And I took everything.

She sat in my lap late at night, her lips puffy and red, her eyes blissed out, her fingers on the back of my neck. She was wearingmyT-shirt. Inmyhouse. And we had to talk about it.

“Am I ordering Plan B?”

Jade pursed her lips and nodded, looking down into her glass. I made her an old-fashioned. She said her favorite part of the drink was the orange zest and cherry.