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and bow my head to her. “I’m at your service, madam.”
    With mischief in her eyes, she moves and pats the center of the bed where she was just laying. “You lie down with your knees up and the balls of your feet flat on the sheet.”
    I do as she instructs and she squats on top of me, raising herself up and down on my cock as her fingers interlock.
    “Anna you dirty girl,” I pant as her pussy stimulates me in ways I never thought were possible. I’ve slept with my fair share of women and have had some fantastic lays. But this is on a whole other level.
    “I’ll take that as a compliment,” she replies, grinning as she continues to bounce on me. When I feel myself getting close, I stop her and pull her down on me.
    “I want to look into your eyes when I cum,” I say, guiding her legs around my waist.
    The Wraparound –  best position for a female orgasm - don’t fail me.
    Taking care not to let my cock slip out of her, Anna begins to move up and down on me again, gaining more momentum as the seconds go by. As I penetrate her to the deepest point, I play with her breasts, tweaking her nipples and sucking on them like they’re a gift sent straight from the heavens.
    Within only a few minutes, her faces takes on a different flush and her breathing slows. She’s bordering on the edge. Just like me.
    “Come with me, Anna,” I moan into her ear and crash my lips down onto hers as we both blow, gripping each other tight.
    It’s like the universe just exploded and Anna and I are the fallout.
    We collapse down onto the bed and try to catch out breaths, laughing when our eyes meet again.
    “Damn girl. I should never have let you go,” I tell her.
    And I mean it.
    Taking her virginity and then acting like a coward afterward, because I didn’t want to face the fact that I’d fallen for her, was the worst mistake of my life.
    And believe me, I’ve made a few.
    Anna beams and snuggles up to my chest. For the first time, I feel completely at ease with the whole “hugging” thing after sex.
    In fact, I kind of like it.
    About damn time too, Lucas. It only took you five years and screwing your way through half the pretty girls in New York, to realize that the one you wanted has been right under your nose this whole time.
    Placing an arm her, I pull her closer to my chest; where she has always belonged.
    “I’m so sorry, Anna. For everything. Can you ever forgive me?” I say, playing with her ebony hair that smells so damn good I want to tap her again, right now.
    She tilts her head up to mine and offers a kind smile with glazed eyes.
    “You betcha,” she says and kisses me with fervor; the kind that tells me she’s being genuine.
    Anna Monroe loves me.
    Like for real loves me.
    Just repeating that four-letter word in my head makes me feel like a schoolboy all over again. Only, this time, I’m not going anywhere.
    Anna is mine and I am hers.
    The way it always should have been.

Chapter 15

Anna
     
     
    “So much for quitting, huh?” I say to my reflection in the mirror. She smiles at me and bats her long, mascara-slicked eyelashes. “Oh, stop it. You’re as big a sucker for Lucas Hartz as I am.”
    Giving my outfit one last look over, I’m satisfied with my new ash gray pencil skirt, pale lavender blouse, and Bulgari necklace.
    Lucas bought the necklace for me on our last day in Vegas. It’s eighteen carat white gold with Tahiti pearls (to match my eyes), Akoya Cultured Pearls, and Pave Diamonds. He said he wanted to give me a souvenir of the time in our lives when he realized I was the woman he’d always wanted to be with.
    If that doesn’t make a girl’s heart melt, I don’t know what does.
    When I head downstairs and grab an apple from the fruit bowl on the kitchen bench, Dad notices the spring in my step. He’s sitting on one of the stools at the counter, reading the New York Times.
    “Someone’s happy,” he says, his eyes still scanning the paper.
    “Ha ha. Well, would you rather me be