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Gideon lifted his head to look at me, choosing that moment to pinch my ni**les with just enough force to inflict a hint of pain. The tender muscles inside me clenched down so hard that his next thrust caused him to groan.

”Please,” I pled again, trembling with the effort to stave off my building cl**ax. ”I'm going to come if you don't slow down.”

His gaze was hot on my face, his h*ps still lunging in a measured tempo that was slowly stealing my sanity. ”Don't you want to come, Eva?” he purred in that voice that could lure me into h.e.l.l with a dreamy smile. ”Isn't that what you've been working toward all night?”

My neck arched as his lips drifted across my throat. ”Only when you say I can,” I gasped. ”Only...when you say.”

”Angel.” One hand moved to my face, brus.h.i.+ng back the strands of hair that clung to the perspiration on my skin. He kissed me deeply, reverently, licking deep into my mouth.

Yes...

”Come for me,” he coaxed, quickening his pace. ”Come, Eva.”

On command, the o.r.g.a.s.m struck me like a blow, shocking my system with an overload of sensation. Wave after wave of pulsing heat rolled through me, contracting my s.e.x and tightening my core. I cried out, first with an inarticulate sound of agonized pleasure, then with his name. Chanting it over and over as he drove his beautiful c**k into me, prolonging my cl**ax, before pus.h.i.+ng me into another one.

”Touch me,” he rasped, as I fell apart beneath him. ”Hold me.”

Freed from his command to hold the pillow, I bound him to my sweat-slick body with arms and legs. He pounded deep and hard, driving strenuously toward his cl**ax.

He came with a growl, his head thrown back as he spurted into me for long minutes. I held him until our bodies cooled and our breathing evened.

When Gideon finally rolled off me, he didn't go far. He wrapped himself around my back and whispered, ”Sleep now.”

I don't remember if I stayed awake long enough to reply.

Chapter 18

Monday mornings could be awesome, when they began with Gideon Cross. We rode to work with my back propped against his side and his arm slung over my shoulder so that his fingers could link with mine.

As he toyed with the ring he'd given me, I kicked out my legs and eyed the cla.s.sic nude heels he'd bought me along with some outfits to wear on the occasions I slept over. To start out the new week, I'd decided on a black pinstriped sheath dress with a thin blue belt that reminded me of his eyes. He had excellent taste; I had to give him that.

Unless he was sending one of his brunette ”acquaintances” out on buying sprees...?

I pushed the unpleasant thought aside.

When I'd checked out the drawers he had set aside for me in his bathroom, I found all of my usual cosmetics and toiletries in all my usual shades. I didn't bother to ask how he knew, which might've led to me freaking out. Instead, I chose to look at it as more proof of his attentiveness. He thought of everything.