His eyes burning down at me as he watched, me just burning, he slid inside.

I sucked deep.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

So.

Fucking.

Seriously.

The caveman shit worked for me.

He pulsed inside, and I drew. Our eyes locked as he face-fucked me and God, God, God, watching him get off on taking my mouth got me off . . . totally.

I was whimpering around his thick, hard dick, rocking into his gentle thrusts, my eyes drifting closed when he slid out.

My eyes shot open.

“Do not move,” he ordered thickly, twisted at the waist, reached to the nightstand, and came back with a condom.

Foil gone, I watched from close as he rolled it on.

He barely got it to the root before he was on his back and pulling me over his hips.

“Down,” he growled.

I moved down.

And he filled me.

My head fell back, and I could feel my hair gliding through the satin to my waist.

“Fuck yeah, Addie, now ride.”

I tipped my head forward and moved on him, slow . . .

God, all the gloriousness of him in my bed, staring up at me with that hungry look on his face, filling me with his cock . . .

Faster . . .

His hands at my hips shifted, one moving in to roll his thumb at my clit, one going up, and on a mini-ab curl he wrapped it around the back of my neck and pulled me to him as he settled back down so I was forced to plant a hand in his chest and angle into his dick . . .

Oh yeah . . .

Faster . . .

Eyes locked, he fisted his fingers in my hair and lifted his hips to meet my bounds, his thumb pressing hard, circling quick . . .

Faster . . .

“Toby.”

“Lose the nightie,” he grunted.

His hand left my hair as I yanked the thing off.

“Oh yeah,” he bit out, fingers back in my hair, gripping tight.

“Baby,” I breathed.

“Fuck me.”

“Baby,” I pleaded.

“Fuck me hard, Addie.”

I slammed into him.

His eyes moved down my body, up, his hips driving into mine.

My hand slid to his throat as it stopped being about me fucking Toby and became more me taking Toby’s fucking as he bucked under me and I held on with everything he had.

“Milk that cock, baby,” he grunted.

I held on tighter with everything I had.

“Tobe.”

“It’s okay, Addie, go.”

“You . . . you’re . . .”

I couldn’t speak.

He jerked my head down so his lips moved against mine.

“Just go.”

My neck arched, and I went.

Just him. Just me. Just his cock. Just my pussy.

That was all there was in my world at that moment.

And it was amazing.

He rolled me to my back, him on top, slammed into me, took my mouth in a wet kiss and ended it with a deep groan that surged down my throat when he went with me.

He didn’t do the slow glide after he came down this time.

He just slid in to the root and shoved his face in my neck.

The beard was working there, he was running the knuckles of one of his hands on the underside of my breast, and I was realizing just how much more awesome life could get.

“Go a lot slower, your sex-bomb didn’t explode the minute I got my mouth on you,” his lips (and beard) muttered against the skin of my neck.

“I will remind you it wasn’t just your mouth, but your hand was between my legs.”

He lifted his head.

I missed the beard.

Though seeing it with my eyes was almost better than feeling it against my skin.

And a thick hank of his hair had pulled free and was hanging down, and I’d been wrong. It didn’t go to his chin, it fell down to his cheekbone.

So that worked too.

“I barely touched you.”

I shrugged.

He grinned.

“Thought you were gonna suck my finger down your throat,” he noted.

“You taste good.”

He growled and his hips between my legs dug in.

I bit my lip.

Nice.

I let my lip go.

“I’m getting us caveman and cavewoman outfits. We’re totally role playing this mother up,” I declared.

He didn’t bite.

He shoveled it back at me.

“We do that shit, you’re the sexy cop and I’m the fugitive on the run.”

Creative.

I lifted my brows. “Handcuffs?”

“Only the ones the sexy cop foolishly let the fugitive get his hands on.”

I burst out laughing.

I kept doing it as he pulled out and executed another roll, so I was on top, looking down at him.

My cheek was in the palm of his hand when I quit laughing, and the look on his face made me forget anything was funny.

“I don’t care you’re not into decorating,” he said quietly. “I care you got zero time and a million things to do and people coming over, and you want me to get what you feel for me and that you think it’s as important as I do, so you put effort into making yourself even more gorgeous for me.”

Good God.

This man.

He wasn’t done.

“And I care you can end a great fuck bein’ sassy and laughing.”

That meant . . .

Everything.

“Toby.”

“Tonight was fantastic, Lollipop, and I don’t just mean you demonstrating you seriously get off on having your face fucked. Everyone got to feel a part of it by bringing food. I love it that you gave me that about your mom so I could have a mind to the state of you. You let Margot mother you, and she needs that almost as much as you do. And havin’ us all together like that just felt like Christmas.”

“Baby,” I whispered, dissolving into him and putting my lips to his.

He cupped the back of my head and gave me a deep kiss before the pressure he put there told me it was time to break it.

I lifted my head.

“Get rid of this condom and then sleep, yeah?” he murmured.

I nodded.

“Want your nightie?” he asked.

I nodded again.

“Panties?”

God.

This man.

This man was a good man.

I nodded.

“Right.”

He pulled me down for a lip touch and then I was rolled yet again.

Toby got my nightie and my panties and handed them to me before he hit the bathroom.

I had them on when he returned.

When he joined me, he took what I considered my side of the bed.

I did not quibble.

It’d take half a minute to find out it didn’t matter.

We turned out our lights and then he pulled me in his arms in the middle.

I snuggled in and Toby held me tight.

“Wish I could have met her,” he said into the golden-red glow of Christmas lights that lit the room.

“Sorry?” I muttered into his throat.

“Your mom.”

Oh boy.

He put his lips to the top of my hair. “I’ll agree, Gamble Men are the best. But Forrester Women are better.”

And there he was again.

Putting it out there.

I shoved my face into his throat, whispering, “Shut up.”

He settled in.

But after he did, he said, “Thanks for comin’ over to my house and verbally handing me my ass today, baby.”