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As soon as we manage to get inside, he has me backed against the door.
“I need to be inside you,” he husks against my throat.
“Me… yes…”
“But I need to taste you again.” His hand fumbles with my dress, yanking it up to get at my underwear.
Get in my underwear.
Or maybe just rip it off because my thong is halfway down my hips when Max claims me with his hand, fingers delving inside me with a moan against my mouth about how good I feel.
I arch against him, my tongue tangling with his.
How could I have gone so long without kissing him?
But then his hand is gone, and he’s pulling at the knot holding my dress up. “I bought the damn thing so I’m damn well going to be the one taking it off you,” he growls as he unpicks the knot and the fabric slithers down into a puddle at my feet.
“Careful,” I warn, my voice breathless. “I like that dress.”
“I’ll buy you all the dresses,” he promises.
“I can buy my own clothes!” I protest as Max drops to his knees before me, right on the pile of fabric. “Max. Stop.”
“I’m not hurting the dress!”
I laugh. I can’t help it because the sight of Max looking up at me with desire and need and… and… his hands clamped around my hips. “What if the boys come back? They don’t want to see—”
The rest of my protest is stifled as Max stands, with me flopped over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Stop!” I cry through my laughter.
“There’s no way I’m letting them see you like this,” he promises. “You’re for my eyes only.” He slaps my ass as he carries me into the bedroom, throwing me onto the bed so roughly that I bounce once before he’s there, pulling off my panties with demanding hands.
“Door,” I manage.
“So demanding,” he growls as he kicks it closed with a foot.
“I am demanding,” I tell him, fisting his hair as he spreads my legs.
“And I like it.” He bites the softness of my inner thigh, hard enough for me to cry out before laving the mark with his tongue. “I like that you’re mine.”
Mine…

Maximilian
Ican’t get enough of Cadence.
Her scent, her taste… the way her breathing hitches when I slide my fingers inside her. The way she tries to stifle her cries when she’s close.
I make her come twice with my mouth and my hands, and I want a third when she drags me up by my shoulders.

“You need to fuck me now,” she says breathlessly, amber eyes dark with desire.
“Anytime. All the time.” I grip her hip as I fumble with my pants—the pants she bought for me.
I kick them away as Cadence sits up to pull at the buttons of my shirt.
I have no idea how we don’t rip something. Maybe we’ll find out later—her dress is still by the door. Welcome home, boys, and then I’m poised at her opening, Cadence urging me on with firm hands on my ass.

And then I’m inside her with a rough thrust, but Cadence’s gasp checks me. “Sorry, sorry,” I gasp. “I’ll be careful.”
“I don’t want careful.” Cadence’s legs wind around my waist and I’m drowning in her scent, the feel of her skin against mine, her lips against my shoulder.
Her gasp of pleasure in my ear.
“I want this,” I tell her, pulling back to look at her. “I don’t want this to stop.”
“Never stop,” she moans.
“I want us. I want to be the only one who gets to touch you, who gets to fuck you. You’re mine, Cadence.”
Mine…
Can that really be true? Can Cadence be mine, and mine alone? Have I broken through the walls enough for her to trust me? For her to possibly love me?
“On top,” Cadence gasps, squirming under me. I halt my frantic thrusts, and tucking an arm under her shoulders, manage to flip her without unsheathing. Anything she wants. I’ll do whatever she wants.
But what she wants—Cadence rises like Venus from the sea, and rocks her hips. Her breasts sway over my chest, nipples pebbled and tempting.
I want to touch, but I can barely manage to keep my grip on Cadence’s hips. I want to rise up and claim them in my mouth, but she slaps a hand on my chest to keep me down.
“Fuck, yeah…” I groan as she begins to buck above me, riding my cock with a thoroughness that makes my eyes roll back in my head. “Jesus…”
“You’re mine,” she husks. “This is mine. For me. Me, only.”
“Always you.” My breath comes in pants. “I can’t last like this much more.”
She takes my hand and slaps it between her legs, my fingers searching for the spot without any instruction. “Together,” she promises breathlessly.
“Always.”
After, I tuck Cadence against me, breathing in the scent of her hair, the smell of us. The heat of her sunburnt back blends into my chest, but I’m not moving.
I drop a kiss on her shoulder and she murmurs in her sleep. I should have put aloe on her burn to help her sleep, but she seems to be doing just fine without it.
How can I keep her?
The thought pops into my head. I stare into the darkness, aware of Cadence pressed back against me. How do I make sure she doesn’t leave?
I know her now. Cadence’s walls are high and thick, but I’ve made it through. Going home tomorrow will shift things, and bring us back into reality where she is a lady boss billionaire and I am my father’s minion, forced to do what he asks.
I might come from family money, but I can’t compete with her. I can’t protect her, shelter her from the world. I can’t take care of her, and I’m surprised at how strong the urge to do that is.
I want to take care of Cadence, but she’s been doing just fine on her own. Better than fine. It’s obvious she doesn’t need to be taken care of.
There’s no reason for her to want me.
I’m a catch for anyone, but how can I fit into Cadence’s life?
I want to be a part of her world—an important part. But how?

Maybe I can find a way to sabotage the plane so we can’t leave. We can stay here forever, walk to the beach and play in the waves and love each other.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” I whisper into her hair.
The sound of her steady breathing is the only response.