He let out a low groan, and she knew she had him—that he was hers, if only for right this moment.

She rode him with quick, needy thrusts, and he took her breasts in his hands, kneading them as they bounced with every stroke.

“God, you’re beautiful, baby,” he said, and her heart froze inside her chest.

Baby? Something fluttered inside her chest, and she rode him harder still, hoping that maybe the intensity would break the spell of intimacy.

It didn’t. No matter how hard and deep she fucked him, he still stared at her with something that ranged between quiet affection and adoration.

I need to break the eye contact. That’s it.

Without warning, she slid away from him and bent herself over the bed. “I need you to fuck me from behind,” she said.

“Come here.” He gripped her hips with both his hands and led her back against him, until his hard length was pressed against the seam of her ass. Her back was flush with his chest, and then he was caressing her neck, breathing warm breaths against the shell of her ear.

“I’ll give you whatever you want.” He gripped her a little tighter. “But it’ll be on my terms.”

He led her against the wall and pressed her body there. Bracing herself, she waited as he entered her again, this time harder and faster than before. He kissed the back of her neck, his teeth catching her delicate skin before he fucked her harder and harder still, until her dresser rattled with the force of their coupling.

“You’re mine, Avery. Say it.” He thrust hard and deep inside her, and she gasped.

She reached out, wishing she had something, anything to hold, aside from his bulging biceps. She buried her face in his neck, desperate to keep from looking him in the eye.

“Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

She swallowed hard, not sure if the tightness in her heart was from the overwhelming feel of his cock inside her or if, instead, it was at the idea of making such an admission. He’d never asked for this before—had never even asked for her to call out his name.

But this time, today, was different.

She knew it, even if she couldn’t put her finger on exactly why that was.

“You’re mine.” He cupped her chin and dragged her face toward him, kissing her hard and then pushing so deep inside her, she felt like she couldn’t possibly take another inch. Her gaze searched his, hungry and desperate, and she couldn’t resist him anymore.

“I’m yours,” she breathed, unable to help herself.

“You’re goddamned right,” he said. And when he pushed inside her again, she knew there was no chance of regaining her control. She’d fallen under his spell, and she wasn’t so sure she’d ever want to be free again.

FROM THE DIARY OF AVERY FORRESTER

Maybe if I fill this out more than once a day, Myla will let me off the hook early.

Either way, Holden went to the bathroom to wash up before our date, and I’m lying here feeling…

You know what, I’m not getting into how I’m feeling. I said I’d keep this journal, but I never said I was going to psychoanalyze myself. Instead, I’ll just tell you that the sex was amazing. Red hot, as always, and a vast improvement from my usual one-woman show while Holden is away.

It was a little weird, though, the way he brought up that first time. It happened so long ago, our senior year of high school, and afterward, it was so awkward. We were there in my bed, side-by-side. Then Holden turned to look at me, and I didn’t know what he expected me to say. I think he was the first one to talk, though. He said something like, “I can’t walk out of here knowing that’s the only time something like this will happen.”

Then, I really didn’t know what to say. He just looked at me with those damn hazel eyes, and all I could think was “Run, run, run for the hills.” After all, I’d seen more than one stepfather look at my mom that way, and I knew how it always ended up.

I couldn’t do that with Holden, couldn’t lose him that way. But if I said no? I’d lose him anyway. And I wasn’t willing to do that.

So I came up with a clever solution. I wasn’t going to put my life on hold while he was away—that would have been pathetic, and I had all of college in front of me. I told him as much, and I remember Holden nodding. So I said we could reconnect later. You know, when he was stateside. No strings, no commitments. Just two friends having fun.

A slow grin spread over his face, and he pulled me to him, capturing my bottom lip between his own. Then he rolled on top of me and—

Shit, just heard the shower go off. Better get dressed.

P.S. This journal thing is still dumb, by the way.

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