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the bed, I felt a stab of satisfaction when I saw the dark mark on his neck. Then his hands were on my clothes, pulling my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. He made a sound of pure desire and then went to work on my jeans. While he was busy with those, I got rid of the bra and then tugged at Gavin's shirt.
    It didn't take us long to finish shedding our clothes and then he was stretching out on top of me, skin sliding against skin. His hands slid up my sides and then around to cup my breasts. He squeezed and I moaned. As my head fell back, his mouth made its way down my jaw and then to my neck.
    My nipples throbbed as his fingers rolled and pulled at them. Jolts of pain shot through me, going straight to my pussy. It was sharper than it had been last night, intensified by my already-sore body. My back arched, silently begging for more. I moaned.
    “Are you okay?” Gavin's voice was soft as his hands stilled. “Are you too sore for this?”
    “No,” I said. I shook my head. “It feels amazing. Please don't stop.”
    “I love you,” he said as his mouth came down on mine.
    His teeth closed on my bottom lip, worrying at it until I cried out, and then he soothed it with his tongue. His fingers slid between my legs and I opened wider, granting him access to my already soaking core. I dug my nails into his shoulders as his fingers slid inside me. When he curled them, pressing against my g-spot, I cried out, a shock of pleasure rocking through me.
    “Come for me, baby,” he growled the command against my neck. “Come for me.”
    His lips moved down further and latched around my nipple. As he sucked the hardened flesh into his mouth, his fingers rubbed against that spot inside me until I was panting, begging for release. The moment his teeth grazed the tip, I did as I was told.
    “Yes!” I cried out as I writhed against him, my hips pushing down until the heel of his hand rubbed against my clit and I screamed his name.
    “That's my girl.” Gavin's fingers slipped out of me and I felt something thicker, harder, pushing against my pussy.
    My eyes rolled back into my head as he surged forward, filling me. His pace was fast, almost brutal. Every thrust went deep, and still, I rose to meet him. I wanted more, all of him. Our bodies came together over and over again, two entities working toward becoming one.
    I felt it coming, the pressure inside me building, and I knew Gavin felt it too. His voice was rough in my ear, endearments mixed with curses. Sounds of pleasure fell from both our lips and I urged him onward.
    Then, an explosion, an inferno. Fire blazed over my skin, through my body. Electricity across my nerves.
    I clung to Gavin as we came together. He emptied himself inside me as my pussy contracted around him, squeezing every last drop of pleasure for us both. Only after we were both spent did we collapse back onto the bed, limbs still entwined.
    He pressed his lips against my sweaty temple. “I love you.”
    I gave a happy sigh. “Me too.”
    For a moment, everything was perfect.
    We had twenty minutes. Twenty blissful minutes where Gavin and I basked in the afterglow of amazing sex. The air conditioning dried the sweat on our bodies and we listened to the sound of each other's breathing slowing, our heartbeats returning to normal.
    And then his phone rang.
    I sighed and looked over at him.
    “Remember when I said there were things I needed to tell you?” Gavin said as he rolled over and reached for his pants. “I'm guessing the call is related. Once I'm off, we'll need to talk.”
    He picked up his phone. “Vincent.” There was a long pause where I assumed Vincent was giving one of his lengthy monologues. “All right,” he said. “We'll be there.” When he hung up, he looked over at me. “You're really not going to like this.”
    I sat up, but didn't cover myself. I didn't feel as if I needed any protection. Whatever had been coming between us was gone now, and I had a good feeling it wasn't