He's splitting me open and I can't think straight.

Ethan's cock is buried to the hilt, thick and unrelenting, stretching my pussy so wide it borders on pain—but the good kind, the kind that makes my toes curl and my eyes roll back. The workbench digs into my hips with every brutal thrust, tools rattling beside me like they're cheering him on. Sweat drips from his chest onto my back; I can smell motor oil, his clean musk, and the sharp tang of my own arousal coating his shaft.

I've never felt this full. Never this owned.

"Fuck, Ava," he growls against my ear, voice wrecked. One hand clamps around...