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Armand? I have to confess, she suits him better than I ever did.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” I mean those words, and I notice Marcus’s arms cross. I can’t wait to fill him in.

“Be sure he tells you why we were together,” she says. “He’s a good guy, and I’m sorry if I interfered with your relationship.”

Now I’m completely confused. What she’s saying is the exact opposite of what happened. It was actually me that interfered with their relationship.

She’s gone, and all I can do is wait for an explanation. I barely notice a busboy sweeping the scraps of Paige’s phone into a dustpan.

Chapter 21: Flying

Marcus

Amy’s back arches, and I slide my palms up the smooth skin of her torso to the tight buds of her nipples. Last night we made slow, sweet love, but this afternoon, I’m feeling more adventurous. It’s been a crazy twenty-four hours.

As such, her hands are tied together with my tie and secured to the headboard. I’ve got both her knees over my shoulders, and I use my tongue to circle her rigid clit as she moans as she twists in my bed.

“Marcus...” she hisses, and I lean forward to cover her bare pussy with my mouth. A firm suck right where I know she wants it is rewarded with a loud cry. “Oh, fuck!”

Her voice trembles as her thighs begin to quiver. My tongue moves faster, massaging the tight little bud as her entire lower half shudders and bucks. Her arms pull against the restraints, and her head drops back. A pretty pink flush spreads across her breasts, and I can sense she’s coming hard.

She doesn’t make a sound for several seconds as her body goes rigid and jerks, arching up again and again before she exhales a loud sigh, collapsing against the mattress with a smile.

I can’t help a grin before I kiss her lower stomach, spending a few moments sucking and pulling, leaving my mark. Her muscles tense, and she pulls against the tie. I ignore her attempts to get free, making my way to her cute little navel. I give it a quick lick, and she’s panting, eyes still closed.

“Oh, god,” she whispers. “I think you killed me.”

We both start to laugh, and her head lifts, eyes bleary. Covering her mouth with mine, I sink deep into her hot, wet sex. Her mouth breaks away, and she moans, “Ahh,” still clenching as my dick plunders her fading orgasm.

“Shit, Amy,” I groan, rising onto my knees. “You feel like heaven.”

I lift her thigh straight up, kissing her foot as I continue to thrust deeper into her. She moans, and I’m not far behind her. Nothing gets me off more than watching her come for me.

“I want to touch you,” she whispers, but I shake my head. My eyes are closed, and I’m feeling the most intense pleasure of all time. Her leg is against my chest, and I hold her thigh. Every time our hips meet, I’m deeper inside the woman I love.

Her inner muscles pull me, and I lean forward, bracing myself on the headboard. A bead of sweat tickles at my hairline, and my orgasm rises, tightening my ass, driving my hips faster and faster until I feel myself splitting in two, cock jerking as I fill her.

“Amy...” My voice is ragged. I can’t open my eyes as I fumble for the tie. One quick pull, and her hands are released from the headboard. I hold on as I gradually come back together. God, this woman.

Soft hands are on my waist, traveling higher to my chest. Her leg lowers to the side. I’m still inside her as I move my hands to the bed by her face. She cups my cheeks, and when my eyes blink open, she’s smiling. I can’t help kissing her again, parting her lips and curling my tongue with hers.

She lifts up slightly, returning my kiss with equal force. We break apart panting, and I don’t hesitate. I fucking say it. After everything that’s happened, I don’t give a shit what comes next. It’s time.

“I love you.” My arms are around her body, and I feel her grow very still. Lowering my mouth to the top of her shoulder, I give her another kiss and repeat it so I’m sure she heard me. “I love you, Amy Knight. So damn much.”

Her arms are around my waist, and her face turns to the side. I’m still deep in her, waiting. When she doesn’t pull away, I