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I collapse on her but roll to my side before I squash her as I try to catch my breath.
“Wow. Just wow. I wouldn’t have waited nine years to have sex again if I had known how awesome it can be.”
“Only awesome with me, firecracker,” I grumble.
I’m not talking smack. Sex has never been this good for me.
I plan to spend as much time as possible buried inside of Leia in the future. One taste was not enough. I doubt I will ever get enough of her.
Chapter 21
Daddy – a word that causes fear in men and women alike
Leia
The sun flutters against my face and I groan. Ugh. I forgot to shut the curtains before I went to bed last night. I roll away from the sun and slam smack dab into a hard wall. A hard wall of muscles to be exact.
“Good morning, firecracker,” Fender greets.
Memories of the previous night assault me. Realizing how much I enjoy being a full participant during sex. Exploring those muscles I’ve been drooling over ever since he moved in next door. Discovering he has a full chest of tattoos and licking every single one of them.
“Good morning,” I croak. I clear my throat and try again. “Good morning.”
He kisses my nose. “How are you feeling?”
Freaking fabulous, I think but refuse to say out loud. No reason to inflate the rockstar’s ego. “Good.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “Good is okay. But I can make you feel great.”
That he can. That he can.
“You can?” I cock an eyebrow in challenge.
“You don’t believe me? Do you need a demonstration?”
“I believe I do need a demonstration.”
He growls before rolling me onto my back and crawling on top of me. “I can demonstrate.” He focuses on my lips and I bite my bottom one. His mouth is nearly on mine before I remember – morning breath.
“Eek!” I shove a hand in front of my mouth.
“What’s wrong?”
“Morning breath.”
“I don’t give a shit about morning breath.”
“I do.” In fact, I should probably brush my hair along with my teeth. Maybe jump in the shower while I’m at it.
“Okay.” He nuzzles my neck. “No kissing.” He lifts his head to wink at me. “On the mouth.”
Oh my. I squirm as I imagine how his beard would feel scraping against my thighs as his mouth works me.
He crawls down my body and fits his shoulders between my legs. He nibbles along my thigh until he reaches my core where he rubs his nose along the crotch of my panties. Why am I wearing underwear? Why did I insist on putting on clothes in the middle of the night?
“Mom, I’m home,” Isla shouts before the front door slams. Ah yes, now I remember why I refused to sleep naked.
“Good morning!” I shout back to stop her from coming to find me.
