“Fuck. You’re so tight,” he groaned.

Yes. Wet as I was, I was also tight, and his cock trailed flames into me. Good burn. Fast burn. Perfect burn.

His gaze never left mine as he pulled out and then thrust in again. The burn lessened this time, and pleasure erupted through me as he eased my emptiness.

Took it away completely.

“Yes,” I said softly.

“Good?” he groaned.

“God, yes.” I closed my eyes to revel in the magic.

“Open your eyes, Zee. Open those beautiful blue eyes and watch what I do to you.”

I obeyed, meeting his own sapphire eyes. They smoldered. All of Reid smoldered.

For me.

Reid Wolfe, the most beautiful man on the planet, smoldered for me.

It no longer mattered how much he looked like his father.

Now, I saw very little resemblance because I knew this man. I knew his heart. He was nothing like Derek Wolfe.

He was Reid. Simply Reid. And he was fucking me.

He thrust into me again and again, harder each time. With each plunge he abraded my clit, and this time… This time…

A new spark surged across my skin, skittered across my flesh and pulsed into my clit.

This was it.

This was—

I shrieked! No words, just sounds of pleasure and gratitude.

For I was grateful.

Grateful to be taken away from this day. Grateful for his help taking my body back.

Grateful for this most amazing pleasure I’d ever known.

I soared with the vibrations tunneling through me, around me, above me.

Still he pumped. Still he thrust.

“That’s right, baby. Keep coming. Grab hold of that big cock. Come, baby, come. That’s—Fuck!” He thrust deeply.

So deep I wondered if he could feel my heart racing.

So deep I knew I’d never be the same.

As he released, I grabbed onto his butt and held him inside me, pushing him, hoping to get him deeper and deeper into my body.

His eyes were squeezed shut, but my gaze never wavered. A minute or so later, when he opened those eyes full of flames, they softened as they looked upon me.

“Fuck,” he said, softly this time.

Then he rolled off me, sliding out of me. I felt the loss deeply, but we weren’t done. He’d promised all those things he’d do to me, and I’d see that he kept that promise.

He lay on his back, one arm over his forehead. “Fuck,” he said again.

What is it? I wanted to ask. Was he okay? Had he enjoyed it? Of course, he’d enjoyed it, but was he happy? Or did he have regrets?

“Condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” I said on a breath. “The director requires it.

Reid shot up into a sitting position. “What? That’s illegal.”