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Her fingernails dug into his skin.

“You’re so fucking tight, Jenna. You feel so good.”

She gasped out his name. “You fill me up.”

He angled his hips and when the tone of her cries changed, knew he was hitting the right spot. He knew she was getting close.

“Not deep enough,” he growled.

He spun away from the wall, and she cried out in protest. He tossed her on the bed, on her hands and knees. He yanked the robe away and pulled her to the edge. Quickly, he pulled his shirt off and ditched the rest of his clothes.

His gaze traced over her ass.Perfection. He pressed a hand to her lower back and the other circled his cock.

He lined up and thrust back into her from behind. She tossed her head back and made a low sound.

Now he was deep enough. He gripped her hips. Their skin slapped together as he thrust inside her. She pushed back against him and her hands twisted in the sheets.

“I love the way you take me,” he growled.

She looked over her shoulder, her face flushed and her lips parted. “I can take you. I can take whatever you give me.”

He slid a hand under her body and found her clit. “Gonna make you come now. Want to feel the way you come on my cock.”

It didn’t take long. As he thumbed her clit, she came, screaming his name. Her body clamped ruthlessly down on his cock.

“Fuck. Jenna.Jenna.”

With another deep plunge, he came. He felt like a bolt of lightning hit him. He spilled his hot release inside her.

He curled over her body, holding her tight.

There was no noise, no pain, no guilt. Just Jenna.

In that moment, he found something he’d never found before.

Peace.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Inever pegged you as a man who took baths.” Jenna stirred her hand in the warm water, leaning back against Park’s hard, naked body.

“I’ve never taken one before. I don’t mind it.” He tugged on her hair. “Although I’m pretty sure it’s the company I like most.”

She smiled. After the most intense sex of her life, she’d been surprised when he’d run a bath for them in the huge tub. Her smile widened. He’d lit a couple of candles but had drawn the line at using bubble bath.

She guessed that was one step too far for a badass former Ghost Ops soldier.

She was pleasantly sore between her legs. The sex had been rough, but exactly what she’d needed. What she’d wanted.

“Open,” he said.

She obeyed, opening her mouth, and he fed her some cheese and crackers. He’d brought the tray of food into the bathroom, and he’d been feeding her little bites. The man really liked watching her eat.

He seemed to like looking after her.

Her stomach felt funny. She’d never needed someone to look after her.

After her father had gone to prison, she’d vowed to never need anyone.