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Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Also Available from Adriana Herrera
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Epilogue
  30. Acknowledgments
  31. Author’s Note
  32. About the Author
  33. Excerpt
  34. Carina Press Romance Promise
  35. About the Dreamers series
  36. Writing for Carina
  37. Carina eNewsletter

His words go cut off when I pushed a lubed finger in, stretching him, now starting to feel desperate to have him too.

“Yesss, more,” he begged, as I pushed in another one, he started those little moans and grunts that made my blood hot; all rational thought flew out of my head.

“I’m going to fuck you with this dildo first. So I can slide in, hit you right in that spot that makes you scream for me.”

“Do it now.” I propped a pillow under his ass, and without too much ceremony I pushed the lubed toy in, just a half inch, he sucked in a breath and on the exhale I pushed in further, then pulled back. I kept fucking him with shallow thrusts, watching his face, his mouth slack and his eyes rolling back.

After a few more thrusts I licked my hand before taking his balls in my hands. From the first touch his already impossibly hard dick jumped up, the head leaking as I pushed in further. I leaned so I could lap at the bead of liquid. Making him scream.

“You’re leaking for me. Fuck, you make me crazy when you get like this.”

The sight of him thrashing on the bed as I fucked him with the dildo was making my own dick so hard, I wasn’t sure how much I’d last.

“Patrice. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me now.”

I usually had a cooler head than this, but the way he said my name, like I was the only one who could give him what he needed, had me fumbling. After fucking him a couple more times with the dildo, I pulled it out and quickly got a condom on, my hands shaking as I got some lube on.

I pressed my dick right at his entrance and slid right in, he felt so fucking good. Every time with Easton felt like the first time.

“Fuuuuuuck, nothing has ever felt this good.” As always, Easton just said what I was desperately trying to keep inside my mouth.

I watched myself pushing into him, the tight grip he had around me, and felt lightheaded from all the ways I was losing myself right now.

“Fuck me hard, Patrice. Come on, baby.” He pressed both hands against the headboard and in one go had me in to the hilt. “Oh, I’m so full,” he said as he moved that ass, impaling himself on my cock.

“Easton,” I said, breathless. I started moving in earnest and pretty soon we were really fucking. Bodies rocking together in unison, and I felt my orgasm coming fast as Easton grabbed his dick and started working himself hard.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna come so hard,” he said, his hand flying over his cock.