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His face softens. “Just tell me. No safe word, just tell me if it isn’t good. Okay?”
“Deal.”
He pushes in, and where I thought he’d meet resistance, that I’d have to breathe to work through the initial sting of pain, there’s only pleasure. I’m so wet, he slips in easily, and then he smiles down at me.
“Okay?”
“Holy hell, Shawn, more than okay.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” He moves his hips in a slow circle and then speeds up. The head of his cock drags against my sensitive walls, and I feel the pressure building inside me all over again.
He finally releases my hands so he can brace himself against the wall above my head, and I immediately grip his ass, urging him to go faster, a little harder.
“Here, love.” He reverses our position, and I eagerly ride him, then reach back to cup his balls as I clench my inner walls and watch in fascination as he succumbs to his own climax.
We’re panting—heaving really—watching each other as we gather our wits and come down from the high of the best orgasm in the history of the world.
“I think I’m sober now,” I say with a breathy laugh before collapsing on Shawn’s chest. “Sober and sated.”Chapter 6~Lexi~I turn onto my side and stretch like a lazy cat, enjoying the way the crisp, cool sheets feel against my naked skin. My muscles are sore. Deliciously so. Shawn gave me a workout last night that I won’t soon forget. And while he didn’t do anything that was even close to needing a safe word, he was intense in his lovemaking. I’m excited to explore this with him. Is it unprofessional and inappropriate? Yeah, it is. We’re colleagues, and he’s roughly seven years younger than me. I mean, I’m not old enough to be his mother, but I am about the same age as his eldest brother.
I suppose that as long as it doesn’t bother him, it shouldn’t bother me. But I might ask him about it later, just to be sure.
Although, given how he behaved throughout the night, I’d guess our age gap isn’t a concern for him. Not in the least.
I open my eyes, expecting to see Shawn lying next to me, but the bed is empty. I take a deep breath, and the smell of bacon and coffee invades my senses.
Shawn can cook. I should start running again just to burn off the extra calories I’ve been consuming thanks to the man’s culinary skills.
I rub my eyes as I climb out of bed and pad into Shawn’s closet to help myself to one of his shirts. My stuff is all in the guest room upstairs, and I’m not going to wear the grease-smelling shirt I wore at the pub last night.
I slip into a black T-shirt that hangs down to mid-thigh on me, slip a condom into the breast pocket just in case, and walk out to the kitchen.
Shawn is wearing a white tee and gym shorts. His hair is a mess from my fingers, and he has a day’s worth of scruff of his face. He works efficiently, dropping batter onto a skillet.
“You’re making me pancakes?”
His head comes up, and a grin spreads over his handsome-as-sin face as he takes me in from head to toe.
“I thought you’d be hungry,” he says.
“You thought right.”
I could sit on one of the stools at the island, but instead, I walk around and hug him from behind, pressing my cheek to the center of his back.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning,” I reply before letting go and walking over to the coffee machine to brew myself a cup. He’s quiet while he flips pancakes, and I pour cream into my coffee. When I turn around, I find him staring at me. “What?”
“You look good in my kitchen.”
I grin as I boost myself onto a stool and watch him as he puts the finished pancakes into the warm oven, then pours more batter onto the skillet.
“How do you feel this morning?” he asks.
“Fine. Not hungover like I thought I would be.”
He nods. “That’s good.”
I narrow my eyes, watching him. Finally, he sighs and looks me square in the eyes.
“Why is this awkward?”
“I don’t feel awkward.” I tilt my head. “Do you regret last night?”
“Not even a little.”
“Is it weird because of my age?”
He blinks at me and then smirks. “No. Not even a little.”
Well, at least there’s that.
“Then I’m not sure what the issue is. Amazing, consensual sex is nothing to feel awkward about.”
His shoulders relax, and I immediately jump off the stool and circle the island to stand next to him.
“Wait. Did you think you took advantage of me because of the whiskey?”
He shrugs a shoulder. “I know you had your wits about you. You weren’t that drunk, but I wanted to make sure that you’re still okay with everything that happened.”
