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“I’ve seen the way your eyes light up when you say it.” I encourage her. “Think how good it’ll feel—”

“Please daddy,” there’s relief in her voice as the words pass her lips, followed by a serene smile. “Let me have your cock.”

“Anything you want, mama. It’s yours.” I’m yours. I don’t waste another moment. Lifting her, I run the length of my cock along her wet sex, groaning at the contact. She helps me, bracing her hands on my knees and rocking back until the tip of my cock is lined up at her waiting entrance.

“Now, daddy,” she whispers, giving herself over to me, and I slide inside her in one hard thrust. She gasps encouragement as I start a steady rhythm, using my hold at her waist to bring her down on my cock again and again. Her perfect, round breasts bounce with every thrust as her full ass slams against my lap over and over.

She gives every inch of herself over to pleasure, her gasps turning into moans that turn into cries the longer we go on. I rock my hips, finding an angle that has her squeezing my legs with her slender fingers, nails digging into the skin there. “That,” she moans, “right there.”

This woman, this powerful, venomous beauty, lets herself unravel in my arms, around my cock. She’s a dream. She said this is only one night, and I can’t let myself believe it. There could never be anyone else. There could never be anything more right than Devon and I connected in the most intimate way possible. She belongs here—with me.

Releasing my hold on her waist with one hand, I find her clit again, getting back to the movement that will forever be burned in my memory. The pressure and speed that get my girl off. The sound she makes as she sinks into her pleasure is pure ecstasy, bringing me closer to my own release. She begins to pulse around me, adding to the maddening sensation, driving me closer and closer to coming inside her. Fuck, she’s going to let me come inside her.

“Do you have one more for me?” I punctuate the question with an even deeper thrust.

She nods her head frantically, her fingers squeezing into my knees, almost to the point of pain, her back arching as she tightens around my cock with exquisite pressure. And this time, instead of calling out my name when she comes, she calls me daddy, and I am done for, my hand at her clit stilling, my thrusts slowing into jerkier movements as I find my own release.

My forehead falls to her back, both of us breathing heavily for a long, charged moment before I pull us both backwards onto the daybed, Devon’s beautiful laughter adding to the riot of sensations around us. This cannot be just one night. I won’t allow it.

Chapter 22

Day Ten

Stay.

-The letters Rhett’s fingers spelled as he stroked Devon’s back while she slept on his chest this morning.

Devon

Allie: How’s it going?

Allie: We want to come visit.

Sadie: Are you doing okay? We miss you.

Allie: Hello?

Bea: We’re coming first thing in the morning.

Allie: Look forward to it.

Rhett

The sound of my gate creaking in the distance interrupts the peaceful quiet of the desert after sunrise. That’s not good. Devon slept on my chest last night, this time skin on skin underneath one of the warm blankets I keep in a chest outside, under the stars.

But if the gate is creaking, that means someone’s here. I shake her shoulders, hating to disturb her peaceful state in such a jarring way. “Devon, we’ve got to move right now.”

“What?” her sleep-hazed voice asks, not opening her eyes. I wish we could stay like this all day.

“Someone’s at the gate.” I wrap my hands around her shoulders, rolling her off me. “We need to get up.”

The gate creaks again, meaning whoever’s here is now locking it back up after driving through. Devon’s eyes pop open. “Who’s there?”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m not expecting anyone, but we have about ninety seconds until whoever it is gets an eyeful of us like this.”

Devon pops up, and I’m not in too much of a hurry to miss out on enjoying the sight of her, every exquisite detail in the full sunlight, nothing hidden like it was in last night’s darkness. The sight of my jeans flying at my face interrupts my appreciation. She pulls her dress over her head. “Who has a key?”

“Only Bradley, but he’d never be up this early.” I pull on my jeans and find my phone, where I left it on the table. “It’s barely after seven. Who would come this early and not even call?” I look around for my t-shirt. It couldn’t have gone far.