Jesse watched her drop to her knees, knowing the fight wasn’t over. Not even close. She thought she could have one more night with him, thought she could take what she needed and still walk away.

He planned to make it impossible for her.

He needed to figure out what all this guilt was about and banish it from their lives forever because he had no intention of living without her. He placed a hand on her head, for the first time in his life feeling like a real Dom. It had all been play before, light and teasing. There was nothing playful about this. Phoebe needed him. She needed a Dom, but mostly what she needed was a husband. It was all just different words for the same thing. Love. Dedication. Commitment. He was committed to her and she was about to discover what that truly meant.

“Tell me your secret, Phoebe.”

Her breath caught and she shook her head. “No.”

“Does it have something to do with leaving a man behind?” She’d shut down when he’d made the crack about the Agency leaving agents. “Was that what happened to your husband?”

She went utterly still. “Don’t talk about him.”

That hurt, but it wasn’t unexpected. He’d known when he started this that it would be a long night. It was the only night they had if he didn’t break down her walls. He was out of time. He needed to get her mind off all the crap that was happening and on the present. “Undo the fly of my jeans.”

A look of relief crossed her features and her hands immediately came up, working the button on his jeans and bringing the zipper down. His cock sprang free. He’d been erect from the moment she’d walked into the room. Even during their argument, his cock had been slamming against his jeans, desperate to get close to her. She stared at him, his dick pulsing. “You’re so pretty.”

He’d never once been called pretty before, but he would take any compliment she gave him. “I think you’re the pretty one. Kiss me, Phoebe. Show me you want me.”

She leaned over and those gorgeous lips of hers opened and her tongue came out, swiping at the head of his already weeping dick. His eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head when she sucked his cockhead behind her lips.

“I do want you. I want you so much.” Her words rumbled along his cock, trembling against his flesh and making his balls draw up.

“Take more.” He had no intentions to come. He wouldn’t do that until he was buried deep inside her ass, but he so wanted her mouth on him. They both needed the connection.

She looked up as she ran her tongue down his cock, whirling it around and around. She sucked the pre-come off him and drank it down. Her hand came up, circling his stalk and drawing him in deeper.

So good. She felt so good. His Phoebe didn’t half ass anything, so when she sucked him, she meant it. She worked her mouth around him, drawing him deeper and deeper inside. Her hands went down to cup his balls, nails scraping lightly. His hand sank into the softness of her hair and he tilted his pelvis, forcing her to take more. Her breasts bounced as she ate his dick. He hissed when he felt the sharp scrape of her teeth, but it was just one more sensation to be had. Her tongue soothed the little ache and before he knew it, he felt his balls pulsing, getting ready to explode.

With pure willpower, he pulled her off. “Not yet. You’re not getting off that easy, baby. Take off your clothes, go to the bed, and kneel on it. Ass in the air, face on the mattress.”

Her gorgeous mouth was perfectly puffy as she dragged her tongue across her lower lip. “Why am I being punished?”

“You’re not. You need this. Tell me you don’t need this and I’ll just make love to you. I’ll make love to you all night, but it won’t mean a damn thing if you can’t relax. Do you want to enjoy our last night?” Manipulative, but necessary. He didn’t feel a moment’s guilt over it. Though he certainly didn’t intend for it to be their last night, the rest was true. She needed the discipline in order to let go and relax. He kicked off his shoes and quickly undressed. He needed to be with her, nothing between them.

“I don’t know why, but I do need it. Jesse, I’m sorry I can’t give you what you need. Why would you take care of me when I can’t do the same for you?”

That was easy. “Because I love you and that’s meaningful to me. Even if you never love me back, I’m glad I love you. I’m a better person, stronger, happier for loving you. And I’ll explain to you why you need it, but not until you do as I ask.”

She got up with grace and then quickly began taking off her clothes. There was no teasing in it, no playful lover. She was a woman who needed. His question was did she even understand what it was that drove her as she climbed onto the bed and placed her body in a position of complete vulnerability?

His dick tightened as he stared at her perfect form. She hadn’t been trained in any formal way, but she’d learned from the few times they’d played. He reached out and let his hand touch the curve of her ass. She sighed, relaxing the moment he caressed her.

“You need permission to connect, baby. You don’t. Not really, but somewhere in your mind you’ve got the idea that it’s wrong to feel pleasure, connection, joy, just about anything but pain.” He drew his hand back and gave her the smack she needed. He didn’t hold back. He slapped her ass with a sure show of his strength.

She cried out but didn’t move, didn’t do anything that would stop him from spanking her again. “Please.”

“That is all in the world I want to do,” Jesse whispered. “Please you. Love you. Be with you.” He spanked her again, five times in rapid succession. Her skin went a nice pink and she let out a long cry.

“Jesse,” she started, but whatever words were there remained trapped.

Like his Phoebe was trapped. She would stay that way if he didn’t free her.

“I love you. You walking away from me won’t change that.” He kept up the hard whacks, being careful with her. She needed enough to feel it, not enough to harm her. Oh, he had no doubt she would harm herself if she could, but he was in charge. He was the Dom. “I will go to my grave loving you, woman.”

The first real sob came from her throat. He looked down and tears poured from her eyes. They slid down her cheeks and onto the bed. Even as she wept, her body relaxed and he knew she was there.

He smacked her backside one last time, holding his hand to her flesh as if he could keep the heat in.

She was crying, allowing the pain and stress of the day to leach from her system, but he wasn’t about to let up. If he gave her an inch, she’d be right back in her head, worrying and creating guilt. There was no place for that in their lives tonight.

“Don’t move.” He went to the bathroom. He’d already planned a nice scene for the evening, so all the tools were clean and laid out. He grabbed the large plug and some lube and wrapped the rest of his torture implements in a towel to bring along. He had plans for his pretty princess and they included a few decorations.

She was still crying when he returned. He immediately went to work, dribbling lube all over that gorgeous asshole he intended to make his this night.

She squirmed a little.

“Do I need to tie you up?” He’d considered it. It would likely make her feel secure, give her one more reason to give in.

“No. I’ll be good. It feels good, Jesse. Why does it feel so good? Shouldn’t it be wrong?”

He lined the plug up and started a slow massage of her asshole, letting it sink in inch by inch. “I thought it was wrong at first. When I met Alex and Eve, I tried to save her from him. I thought he was abusing her because I didn’t understand that there was more than one way to love someone.”

She gasped, her hips moving ever so slightly, trying to accommodate the plug as he started to move it in and out. “Do you think it’s possible to love two people?”

At least she was asking the question. “I think what I’ve figured out is that we don’t have a limited amount of love. It doesn’t get all used up and then there’s nothing left. We choose. We choose who we love and how we love, and there is nothing between two consenting adults that brings them connection and pleasure and joy that’s wrong. This is ours, Phoebe. No one else gets a say in it. This is our relationship, our partnership. If you let it, it will be our marriage and there’s only room for you and me. We make the decisions and the rest of the world can go to hell.”

She let out a deep breath and the plug sank home. Gently, he turned her over. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I want to believe you.”

Fuck, she was beautiful. “Then believe me. The outside world doesn’t matter. All that matters is what happens between you and me. We can take care of all the rest of it together. Now tell me your secret.”

She shook her head. “Please. Just touch me. Let me touch you.”

He could order her, but he would rather earn it. If he forced it out of her, she would resent him no matter what the outcome was. “Don’t lose that plug. I want to play dress-up.”

“What does that mean?” Phoebe reached and wiped her tears, relief obvious in the relaxation of her body. She’d purged the emotions that held her back, but he intended to get her all tense again.

“It means I’m going to torture you for a while.” Another word he’d hated for the longest time. Like all words, it had many meanings at its heart and his torture would be the sweetest kind. His torture would lead to their bonding, their bliss. “I want you to close your eyes.”

After a second’s hesitation, her eyes drifted closed. “All right, Sir.”

“Listen to my voice. We can’t do this here. It’s far too dangerous, but I’m going to tell you what’s going to happen when we get home.” He let his hand play along her neck, gently encasing it with his palm. Dirty talk got her going. Luckily for her, he thought very dirty thoughts when she was around. “First, I’m going to do what I didn’t do before. When Tag sends that plane for us, I’m not going to let you sleep on my lap again.”

Her eyes came open. “Jesse…”

There was a very pretty nipple just waiting to be tweaked. He twisted her right nipple between his thumb and forefinger, gratified by the little shriek that came from her mouth just before her eyes dilated with arousal. “Hush. This is my fantasy. Close your eyes and listen. I’ll tell you when you need to talk.”

This was the only place he was ever really going to be in charge. He wasn’t about to let her take over here, too. Her eyes drifted closed again and he rewarded her with a long stroke of his hand, from her collarbone all the way down to just above the junction of her thighs. “Now, I was talking about the plane. We were very well behaved last time. That’s not going to be the case on the way home.”

He moved back to her breasts. That was a good place to start. Her nipples were big and needed a good tweak to get really sensitive. It was why he’d brought along the nipple sticks. They were a simple toy, nothing more than two pieces of polished wood held together by screws at either end. He’d made this set himself. Jake Dean had taken up woodworking and had a shop in his backyard. Jesse found it soothing to work with his hands. While Jake had worked on Tristan’s cradle, Jesse had made paddles and spanking benches and nipple sticks.

It was a good hobby.

He eased the sticks apart and decided to sensitize her before the torture began.

“On the way home, all those stuffy Agency boys will be gone and it’s just going to be you and me and Si and Erin. They won’t care so I will lay down the rules, and rule number one is you don’t wear clothes while we’re in the air. I want you naked and ready to take my cock at any moment. That plane is my pleasure palace, and I won’t let you forget that I’m the king.”

“I don’t think Erin is going to like that,” she said and winced even before he could pinch her nipple.

After that nasty pinch, she probably needed a little love. He leaned over and trailed kisses across her breasts. “Erin is even more submissive than you.”

“Are you serious?”

This time he nipped her, taking her nipple between his teeth and gently biting down until she squirmed under him. “Yes, I’m serious. She’s been playing with Kai since she got here. There’s nothing between them, but Erin needs submission the same way you do. She can’t relax or let herself be without it. You have a lot in common with her.” Her face tightened and he gave in. “One sarcastic remark is allowed here.”

“Erin is the female version of Conan the Barbarian. I can’t believe Kai is willing to play with her. He’s obviously less sane than I thought.”

He was so going to enjoy the next few minutes. He adjusted the nipple sticks so both of those sweet pink things were in between. “Kai is the most sane person I know. He’s also got a nice streak of sadist in him. Now be quiet. I’m putting your nipples in the stocks.”

Her eyes flew open, but it was too late. He was already tightening the screws, squeezing her nipples between the lovingly made boards.

“Oh my god.” She whimpered as the boards pressed down and her nipples bulged beautifully.

“There.” She looked gorgeous with her breasts upthrust and her nipples a deep pink. He ran a finger over one and she bucked underneath him. “Perfect. Now they’re more sensitive. Now I can play with them.”

“You’re killing me, Murdoch.”

“And you forget my name when we’re alone together. I could make one of these for your clit.”

“Sir. Sir. Please don’t, Sir. I’ll be good.”

He loved how breathless she got. It was like she utterly forgot to be self-conscious when they were playing. She gave in to her role and became the sweet little sub who only wished to please her Master. Outside this room, she would aggressively fight anyone who tried to control her, but here she proved she trusted him.

Here she took his plug and gave her nipples over to him, and she would take his cock any way he wanted her to. He flicked a nipple, his dick hardening when she squealed. Maybe Kai wasn’t the only one with a streak of sadism.

He leaned over and licked the nub. “I’ll tie you up on the plane and force you to take my cock in your mouth. Si and I will sit and go over the debrief while you take care of me. That’s your only job during that trip—taking care of my needs. Sucking my cock and offering me all of your pretty parts to lick and suck and torture.”

“I’ll do it. Simon will be shocked.”

He chuckled. She had only seen the team on their best behavior. “Where do you think I got the idea? The last time we were all on a plane together, Chelsea served him his tea and she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. And we knew which parts of the plane to stay out of if we didn’t want a show. You’re my woman. When we agree to play, I’ll take you whenever, wherever I want. I’ll indulge your every fantasy. If you want me to fuck you on the conference table in the middle of a meeting, I will make it happen.”

He slid his hand down her body. He was perfectly comfortable that she wasn’t thinking about anything but him now. The minute he felt all that slick arousal coating her pussy, he leaned over and gave her nipples another lick.

Phoebe’s whole body tightened. She was close. He hadn’t had to do more than spank her, clamp her, and talk dirty to her.

“You like that, Phoebe. You want them all to know. Tell me what they’ll know on that plane.” He wanted to hear her talk dirty, too.

“That I’m yours.” She moaned when he toyed with those tortured nipples. Their color had deepened and he was going to have to release her soon.

He found her clit, starting to rub circles. “Not just mine. You’re my little fuck toy. Say it.”

“I’m your little fuck toy. I’m yours. I’m here for your pleasure, Sir. I want to take you any way that pleases you.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” It was the truth. Her pleasure meant everything to him. He could play with words, but she was the sun in his sky. It was why the words got her so hot. They were play. She wasn’t a fuck toy. She was everything. He rubbed her clit faster, feeling her breath pick up, her hips start to move against his hand. “Come for me. You come for me now.”

She shivered and shook, her whole body tightening and then releasing. She cried out and then relaxed. Her arousal coated his fingers.

He sucked them inside, reveling in her tangy sweet taste. “Now comes the fun part. Now you’re going to give me everything I want.”

* * * *

Her whole body ached but in the sweetest way possible. Despite the orgasm that was still thrumming through her system, she was deeply aware that he hadn’t come. While the feeling was sweet, there was a disconnect. She wanted to come with him inside her, giving as much as she got.

“Don’t scream.” His blue eyes stared down at her, the slightest amusement on his face. “This is going to hurt a little.”

He unscrewed the nipple sticks and her breasts came free.

Pain flared, whipping through her tortured flesh, and it was all she could do to hold in the shout that threatened.

Bastard. Sadist. Asshole.

He chuckled and then he was kissing her right where it hurt. His tongue came out to soothe her. His lips and his tongue eased the ragged edge of pain. His hands caressed her and she could feel his leg against hers. Not to mention the plug he’d worked into her ass. She could feel that, too.

The images he’d put in her head were just as hot. She couldn’t help it. She really did get turned on by dirty talk and by thinking about people watching her. The idea of Jesse watching her with another man did nothing for her. She didn’t want anyone but Jesse, but she couldn’t get the performance fantasy out of her head. When he talked about showing her off, she felt confident and sexy in a way she never had before.

It was counter to everything she’d thought about sex, but somehow Jesse made the dirtiest things seem intimate and loving. Maybe he was right and there was no wrong way to love. Maybe there was simply their way. Hers and Jesse’s.

“I love the way you squirm.” He moved to the other nipple, lavishing it with affection as his hand moved between her legs.

“You love making me squirm and whine and beg.” Though when she really thought about it, it wasn’t so much he made her as he allowed her a safe place to do all the things she’d never even known she wanted to do. He gave her a place to explore and discover sides of her sexuality that would have stayed hidden forever had she not met this man.

“I do. I’m going to make you do it again.” He rubbed his face between her breasts, breathing in her scent before he started to kiss his way down her body. “I’m going to make you beg me to shove my cock in your ass. Do you want your Master’s cock in your ass?”

“Sure.” She said it in a way that was utterly unsure.

He chuckled. “I see I have some work to do. Let me put it to you this way. That little starter orgasm is all you’re going to get until you beg me.” He worked his way down until his face was right at her pussy. He looked up her body, his eyes catching hers. “How long do you think you can hold out on me?”

She was kind of afraid of the whole anal thing. “Maybe longer than you think.”

He turned his face back down, staring right at her pussy. Again, it should have made her deeply uncomfortable since she’d never really thought of a pussy as being something a person would want to stare at, but somehow Jesse made it hot. His fingers traced her from the top of her clitoris all around. Just a light touch. It was enough to remind her just how good it could feel. “I think you want it deep down.”

“I think you’re bigger than that plug and you won’t just sit there.” She let her head fall back, the heat of his breath warming her up all over again. Now that she thought about it, it really had been a starter orgasm. A little quake when he could give her a 9.9 on the Richter scale. She clenched around the plug, feeling the fullness there and wondering what that would feel like when it was Jesse’s flesh sliding in and out.

He licked her clit, a slow stroke of his tongue. “No, I won’t. I’ll fuck you. I’ll fuck you long and hard. I’ll try to make it last, but your ass is going to be so tight.” A single finger slipped into her pussy, rotating and tantalizing. “You’ll grip my dick until I can’t see straight. I’ll have to fight not to come the minute I feel you all around me.”

His words were as hot as his tongue. Phoebe had to force herself not to roll over and just offer herself up. “What if I don’t like it?”

“You have your safe word, but you won’t use it.” That finger started to move in a slow groove. In and out, curling up to stroke her sweet spot. Not enough. Never enough. He punctuated each stroke with a lick and a sweet suckling of her clit. “You’ll like it. You’ll love how deep I’ll go and how close we are. You’ll love the fact that you’re sore tomorrow because you’ll still feel me there. I’ll still be with you every time you feel that delicious ache or when your breasts brush against your blouse and your nipples get a tweak of soreness. You’ll remember that I had you and that I’ll have you again.”

Or she would remember what she’d given up. She would remember what she could have had. She likely wouldn’t be on that plane with Jesse. She would be with her brother, going back to DC to face a fight they didn’t even understand.

Yes. She wanted that ache in her body because it would match the one in her soul. Any remembrance of him was worthwhile, would fuel the long years ahead when she would mourn two men.

“Take me, Jesse.”

“Not enough.” He kissed her clit and then drew the little nub between his teeth. He gave her the finest edge, that remarkable spot between pain and pleasure when the world fell away and all that mattered was what happened between them. It was the place where she could cry, where she could submit, where she could feel pleasure without guilt.

The sensation built, starting low in her pelvis and threatening to become a wildfire across her skin. Just as the orgasm threatened, he pulled back.

Frustration welled as he petted her sweetly, but not anywhere close to what she needed. “You’re a horrible man.”

He moved up the bed, sliding his body along hers. His fingers came out to play with her nipples again, but this time she welcomed the ache. “I am a kind Master. You have no idea the lengths I can go to.”

“With who? With the club subs?” Jealousy was another kind of ache. She hated the thought but she knew once she was gone, there would be any number of beautiful, sexy, younger women to take her place. They wouldn’t give him half the trouble she had. He wouldn’t have a problem finding a new submissive. They would likely form a line when they knew she wasn’t coming back.

“You’re jealous.” He touched her nose with his. “There’s no need to be. I wasn’t talking about my past. I was talking about all the dirty, nasty things I want to do to you. I’ve never had a submissive of my own. I serviced them when they needed a partner, but I never played with my own sub. I want to play for hours, Phoebe. I want you tied up and at my mercy. I want to hear you scream out my name because you can’t take a single second more of life without my cock inside you.”

He was touching her pussy again, starting the slow tease of her senses. He’d sensitized her, gotten her hot and wanting. Now he could take her right back to the edge with a stroke of his fingers. She felt the warm flush of arousal, felt him sink two fingers in and then draw them back out. He stared right at her as he licked her essence off.

“You taste better than any meal, any sweet, any liquor. You’re the best drug I ever had.”

How the hell was she supposed to fight that? Every good intention fell away. Every bit of reason she had melted under his warmth, his affection. He was the perfect blend of sweetness and dominance, guaranteed to break her down. “I’ll marry you.”

The light that hit his eyes was like the sun coming from behind years and years of clouds. “I love you, Phoebe. You won’t regret it.”

“You might. Take me. I’m begging you. Please, Jesse. I need you.”

He smiled, but there was that sweetly sadistic light in his eyes when he twisted her nipple. “Where do you want me, wife?”

Everywhere. In her life. In every second of every moment she had left. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He was playing and he wanted her dirty. She could give that to him. She wanted nothing more than to be his dirty, nasty, beloved girl. “In my ass. I want you in my ass. Only you.”

She’d given Jamie her virginity, but she could give this to Jesse. Her second love. Her second chance. She would only have two lovers her whole life, and she wanted to share this with him and him alone. It would be sacred between them, a bond she hoped the past couldn’t break.

“Only me.” He kissed her, his mouth fusing to hers in a way that felt a little like wonder, like she was young again and the world was opening up. Like she’d never been kissed before and could discover what love had to offer her all over again.

He moved between her legs, letting his body cover hers. He didn’t hold back his weight and she didn’t want him to. She loved how he pinned her to the bed, sinking in. Her nipples ached where he touched them, but it was just one more part of the puzzle. His tongue rubbed against hers and she moved her legs, wrapping her body around his. The plug slipped out and for a second she missed the feeling, but it wouldn’t last long. He would fill her up.

He got to his knees after one last kiss and reached to the bedside table, grabbing the lube.

She watched as he picked up what now really seemed like too small a plug by the base and put it away.

“Bring your legs up.” He grabbed a pillow from beside her. “Let me get this under you.”

“Shouldn’t I turn over?”

“No. I want to watch you. I want to see your face. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. I’ll make sure of it.” He moved between her legs, easing the pillow under her hips and shifting her into the place he wanted her.

She let him. She was willing to give him anything.

She trusted him with her body, her soul.

Could she trust him with her secrets?

Vulnerable. With her legs draped over his thighs and her pelvis tilted to him, she felt so vulnerable. She was opened wide for him, her body lay out like the offering it was. She felt him touch her. So intimate. There was the momentary chill of the lube and then the heat of his left hand, massaging her. He took his time, rubbing it in, his eyes steady on hers. Finally, he spread the lube on his cock, his hand moving over his flesh. She watched him stroke himself, preparing to take her. He was truly lovely, his cock reaching almost up to his navel, the head rounded, and below his balls were tight and heavy. She could still taste him, still feel the way he filled her mouth.

“I’ll go slow, give you time to adjust.” He was right there, the broad head of his cock settling against her.

She hadn’t expected it to be so intimate. She’d thought he would turn her over and go at it, but not her Jesse. No. He had to turn it into something she couldn’t hide from, to make her watch as he pressed against her. It would have been easy to let it happen, but he’d found a way to draw her in. To bring them closer.

Pressure bit through her, but she couldn’t concentrate on it. All she could see was his face and how their bodies connected like puzzle pieces nestling together. Alone they were separate, functional, but incomplete. Together their bodies seemed to become something more, something beautiful.

His jaw tightened and she gasped the moment his cockhead breached her. A slow shudder went through him and he flushed, sweat breaking out on his brow. “Are you all right?”

She was surprised to find she was. He was distracting her with how gorgeous he was, but now she focused on the sensation of having him moving inside her. Little thrusts at first, as though his hips just couldn’t stay still a second longer. There was pressure, a feeling of fullness that wasn’t entirely comfortable. It wasn’t painful either. She shifted to adjust and loved the way his eyes widened as she took another inch.

“Baby, you feel so good.” He gripped her hips. “I need you to take all of me. Take me, Phoebe.”

In a smooth glide, he entered her. His cock slid in until there was no space between them, nothing left for her to take. He filled her, heating her up and making her so aware of his every movement. She would have sworn she could feel him breathing, could time her every breath to the movements of his chest.

She was so full, but it was good. She wanted the moment to freeze, to last. If they could just hold right here, she would stay forever. She would be connected to him for as long as she could.

“All right, here we go.” He gave a shaky laugh, his face so tender it made her want to cry. He might have chosen the position so he could watch her, but it forced her to see him, too. This wasn’t mere sex for pleasure for him. It was more. It was so much more.

She brought her hands up to cup his face, loving the way the little bristles of his beard felt under her fingers. He would shave in the morning and be smooth again, but it never failed. By nightfall, there was proof of just how masculine he was. “I love you, Jesse.”

He should know. He should hear it every day from some worthy woman, but she was the only one who was here.

“I love you, too. And I’m going to love you for the rest of my life. I promise. Now hold on to me. Don’t let me go.” With a careful breath, he began to drag his cock back out.

Jagged pleasure caused her eyes to widen, her breath to stop for a moment as it overwhelmed her. She shook as he went slow, allowing her to experience every second of sensation.

“That’s what I wanted.” The sexiest grin lit his face as he pushed back inside her body. “Now I can do my worst. You’re going to come for me.”

He forced her back on his cock, but she was eager for it now. She knew what it brought and couldn’t wait for the downstroke to bring its crazy pleasure. She tried to hold him, wanted him inside her all the time. He let go, fucking her hard.

Time seemed to slow, giving her what she wanted. More time with him. More connection. She held on to him, her nails sinking in, but he didn’t seem to mind. He groaned a little then ground into her with a low growl. Over and over he thrust and retreated, pressure and pleasure becoming one.

“Knew I wouldn’t last,” he said on a panting breath. His thumb covered her clit and he pressed down. “Come for me, Phoebe.”

He rotated her clit and then his cock hit just the right space. Her whole body shook under the force of her orgasm and it seemed to send him straight into his own.

Jesse held himself tight against her and she felt the heat of his release. When he fell forward, she wrapped her arms around him, blood pumping through her body in a pleasant rhythm. She held him, arms and legs tangled, stroking his hair because for the first time he was really hers.

And she was about to lose him.

His head came up and he kissed her, a light touch of the lips. His eyes were serious as he stared down at her. “Tell me your secret.”

She nodded because it was time.