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This felt right.
Fucking perfect.
So, of course, I went and fucked it up.
CHAPTER FIVE—DELANI
Holy balls! Did that just happen?
I was sucking in air like a marathon swimmer who’d just done a zillion laps.
Disbelief. Shock. Pure, unadulterated satisfaction. Each emotion hit me one after the other like train cars in a crash.
Slam. Slam. SLAM.
I could feel the aftermath of the tumultuous sex I’d just had with the super hot owner of the bar next door dripping down my leg despite the condom, but I was too damn sated to think, never mind move.
Just moments ago, I’d thought this was the worst day of my life. After all, it wasn’t every day I woke up to catch my so-called boyfriend cheating.
But now I was experiencing a postcoital bliss that was totally unexpected. My brain was playing catch up as my body reveled in what was the most fantastic sex of my entire life.
I knew I had to clean myself up. But I couldn’t move an inch. Not yet.
I couldn’t believe I just did that. And with a man I’d been secretly fantasizing about for weeks!
Turned out, I didn’t have to move first. Sonny did. He untied the apron from my waist and grabbed the box of napkins off a nearby table.
Saying nothing, he carefully disposed of the condom and cleaned my thighs with gentle pats to my skin, quickly followed by soft kisses.
He petted me, caressed me, and before I knew it, I was hot and bothered all over again.
Whoa. One time with Hottie McBarOwner and I was a goddamn slut.
Down girl. Women can like sex too. It’s society that villainizes us when we do.
Society was dumb. I knew that, but it didn’t stop my brain from nearly combusting as all these thoughts ran through my head.
I didn’t know what had come over my sexy as sin neighbor, and really, I wasn’t complaining. But I had to get myself under control.
A little quirk about me, I had a difficult time separating sex from emotion.
Hence why I’d stayed with Pete for so long.
I fucked him, so I had to love him, right?
WRONG. Like really, really wrong.
If I’d loved Pete, there was no way I’d have just banged the shit out of Sonny. My cheeks heated, and I grabbed my shirt off the floor while Sonny went to right his underwear.
Somehow, during whatever the fuck that was, he’d kicked off his shoes and his pants. My eyebrows rose as I got a magnificent view of his superb gluteus maximus while he pulled up his drawers.
Gray boxer briefs, actually. And damn, they looked sexy on him. Tight with the legs stopping at about a third of the way down his thick, tatted thighs. The view from the front was even better than the back.
Wipe the drool, Del.
The man was seriously packing in a way I had personally never experienced. Now that I had, I wondered how any man would ever compare.
“Hey, what’s going on inside that head of yours, beautiful?” he asked, gathering me up in his arms and kissing me on the lips.
