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into a truck, and I’m no longer living on my own. I doubt I’ll miss the apartment, but I will miss the freedom it offered.

The door shuts behind me, causing me to turn to find Creed leaning against the wooden surface. His gaze tracks me, from my Chucks to my messy red bun sitting on top of my head.

“What are you doing?”

“Come here,” he says, crooking his finger at me, and my feet have a life of their own. Once I’m inches from him, his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer until I’m practically part of him. “I want you.”

“Now?” My incredulous tone causes him to chuckle. “Here? The men are—”

“They’re gone. I’ve just told them to meet us at the house.” There’s no arguing because his expression is filled with conviction.

“There’s no bed.”

“I don’t need a bed to make you scream my name,” he tells me. “Also, since you’re moving, the neighbors won’t know who we are after today.”

Creed spins us around until my back is flush with the door. His hands grip my ass, lifting me against him, before pinning me between the cool surface and his hot, rigid body.

“Can you feel that?” he questions, before rolling his hips against my core. A whimper of need falls from my lips when my clit throbs for more friction, but Creed doesn’t give it to me. “That’s what you do to me.”

“Oh really? And what are you going to do with that, Creed?” I’m challenging him because it’s been far too long since I’ve been fucked, and right now, I want it. I crave it.

His hand trails from my ass, lifting the soft material of my skirt, to find my panties. Those fingers that have taunted me nightly for the past two weeks torture me right now as he strokes my entrance gently.

“Creed, please,” I beg, my head falling back against the door as he pushes past the material of my panties to find me soaked. Gently, he removes his hand and sets me down. I watch as deft fingers undo his jeans, and soon, his thick erection is jutting out toward me.

Not so long ago, I had him in my palm, but that night, I wanted to rip his precious crown jewels from his body. Right now, I want to stroke him and watch as pleasure skitters across his skin.

“I need to be inside you,” he grunts when I jerk his cock, teasing the tip with my thumb. “If you keep that up, I’m going to fucking mark that pretty skirt of yours.”

I release him, allowing him to lift me again. My legs wrap around his waist, and Creed shoves my panties to the side. The cool air on my heated center causes me to shiver. Gently, ever so fucking slowly, he inches into me. We had the tests, we had the talk, and since I’m on the pill, I need to feel him just like this—bare.

I claw my nails into his shoulders, earning me another dark rumble, and then he’s buried inside me. To the hilt. The thickness of him spreads me open, causing me to wince as pained pleasure shoots through me.

He moves, pulling out, then slams back in. His body thrusts deep into me, filling me to the hilt. Creed’s cock takes up every inch of emptiness in my body. He fills the very gaping hole of my loneliness that has haunted me for so long. I can’t be sure of love, or forever because I don’t feel that yet. But for now, I enjoy him as much as he offers. He fucks me hard. He fucks me roughly. His fingers digging into the flesh of my ass as he holds me up. And my nails drag down his back, enjoying the feel of his flesh. And I’m sure if I looked, there’d be red slashes down his smooth, unmarred skin.

But I don’t care.

He hits deep.

The pain.

The pleasure.

Sends me fucking soaring, and I do cry out his name. I moan it and whimper it and mewl it. I worship it because, in that moment, he’s everything to me.

“I’ll never let you go,” he promises, as he grunts his release inside me, marking me from the inside out.

THE END… for now…

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Acknowledgments

A huge thank you to the lovely team at Forever Romance for including me in this epic collection of