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My body is a complete contrast of itself, and I fucking love it.

I keep coming as Ledger’s face grows with a smile.

“Keep coming on my cock,” he says, his eyes boring into mine.

I swear he can read my soul at this moment, and I’ve never felt more vulnerable. More loved. More everything.

“Ledger,” I manage to say. “I can’t…” my words fall away, but I mean I can’t stop. I can’t stop my heart from beating for him.

I can’t stop myself from risking everything I have to be with him.

I can’t stop this orgasm from crashing straight through me. It comes at me from all angles, twisting me sideways as my body heats up to inferno levels.

As if an orgasm just crashed into another, and I’m unable to do anything to stop the onslaught of sensations happening to my body right now.

Ledger keeps going, keeping his dark eyes locked on mine whenever I finally open them. The connection is intense, and as soon as my body begins to calm, his picks up.

He’s so close, I can tell. I hold onto him, my eyes never wavering from his as I tell him, “I love you too.”

He lets loose, his body jerking out his release deep inside me. “Fuck, Posey,” he says, pulling out midway of his orgasm. “I didn’t mean to come inside you.”

But I squeeze his ass with both hands, keeping him in place. “I want you to. I want to feel you there. I want you to leave a part of yourself inside me. Your DNA mixed with mine, forever.”

He kisses me, holding himself up with his hands braced on either side of my head. “I fucking love you,” he whispers against my lips as soon as the kiss has broken.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

Chapter 27

Ledger

It’s late when I finally find myself drifting off to sleep. After we had sex, we each got ready for bed and Posey’s been wrapped in my arms most of the night.

I came inside her.

Stupid.

I should have asked the feds to pick me up a box of condoms. Like they would have. I laugh silently to myself as I think about that.

Before long, I’m closing my eyes, thinking back to Posey asking me to come inside her. Wanting me to.

Of course I want to as well, because I know I’m clean.

Posey wants kids, and I want her. I think about my friends, Dev with a baby, and Roman with one on the way. I let my mind wander to me having my own baby with Posey.

It’s hard to picture at first, but then the image becomes so crystal clear, and I let sleep consume me.

When I wake up, there's a flurry of flashing lights, and I jolt upright. Posey's screams pierce through the chaos, and I'm momentarily blinded by a bright light shining directly in my face.

"What the fuck?" I stammer, my heart racing as I struggle to gain my bearings in the disorienting scene.

I instinctively wave my hand in front of the blinding light, only to realize it's the tactical beam of a gun aimed straight at me. The cold metal of the gun feels like a weight pressing against my senses as I frantically assess the situation.

Posey, held at gunpoint near the entry door of our small hotel room, looks terrified, her eyes pleading for help.

"Let her go," I demand, adrenaline surging through my veins as I attempt to rise from the bed.

"Not so fast," a deep voice interrupts, sending a chill down my spine.