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“Now, I understand why you kept pushing me to go out with guys my own age,” she says. “Older men don’t have the stamina to keep going. They need a nap between rounds.”

My eyebrows hit my forehead.

Little devil.

I flip her over so she’s underneath me.

She squeals.

“Stamina? You’re naughty, dimples.”

She giggles.

“I’m going to make you regret those words. Don’t come crying to me when you can’t walk tomorrow.”

I crush my lips against hers in a searing kiss.

Chapter 20

Keira

Iwake up to the heat of Rhys’s naked body pressed against my back.

I moan at the blissful feeling.

If I had to guess, I’d say it’s a little before dawn. Faint morning twilight seeps through the large panoramic windows, announcing the beginning of a new day.

LA isn’t quite up yet, but I am.

So is my lover.

He trails kisses across my shoulders and I relish the touch of his soft lips against my skin. Still sleepy, I’m more than aware of where this is heading.

I approve.

I lift my body, rest my weight on my folded elbows and glance at his handsome face.

“Morning,” I say.

“Morning,” he says, his voice so low.God, I love his morning voice.“Someone passed out on me.”

“I did?” I gaspin horror.

“You did. One minute you were talking a mile a minute, the next you went quiet.”

“I’m a terrible lover.”

He chuckles. “You had an eventful weekend.”

“That doesn’t justify not staying awake long enough for a second sixty-nine.”

My experience might be limited, but that’s quickly becoming my favorite position.

He lifts off the bed and positions his body on top of mine, carrying his weight on his knees and the hand that’s pressed on the mattress.

His other hand slides underneath me and gropes my breasts. He kneads the flesh in his palm, teasing my nipples into stiff little peaks as he rubs his hard cock between my ass cheeks.

I love his hands on me—all over me.