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Finally, I pinched her clit gently as I drove into her and her gasps turned into cries and then screams as she shattered, her body shaking as I took her over the edge. I followed right after, her cunt fluttering around me, gripping me and holding me even tighter. I emptied a massive amount of cum into the condom. I hoped it would hold it all, considering we hadn’t had the safe sex talk.

I didn’t know if we were going to be using condoms for the next four months or what. I kept driving into her a few more times, squeezing out every last bit of pleasure I could from her. Then I collapsed on the bed next to her, looking at her.

I grabbed her hand and intertwined our fingers before bringing it to my mouth to kiss her hand. “That was fucking amazing. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that with you?”

“How long?”

“Since the very first moment I saw you at Sugar.”

She grinned. “I felt the same,” she whispered.

“Then what the hell were we waiting for?” I mock yelled with a smile.

She traced her finger over my lips. “You know. You had tobe all snobby and act like no one who worked at Sugar could possibly be good enough for anything but your dick. You know that didn’t sit well with me.”

I leaned over, kissing her deeply. “I was so stupid,” I said as I pulled back.

We lay there, breathing hard, holding hands as we looked up at the ceiling.

“What should we do now?” she asked.

“We could go try that shower out,” I suggested. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, racing into the bathroom ahead of me.

Soon, I was buried deep inside her as I held her against the shower wall, her ass in my hands as I watched her tits bounce. I unleashed all my pent-up sexual frustration on her. Both of us screamed as we came.

And we spent the rest of the night, into the early hours of the morning, fucking each other and trying to make up for lost time. And when I woke up, our limbs were so intertwined it was hard to tell where I ended and she began.

It was the first time I’d ever spent the night with a woman and slept beside her until morning.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Jelly

“Will you tell me something?” he asked.

I was so tired from the night before I was having trouble opening my eyes. “What?” I asked, my voice coming out rough and muffled against my pillow.

“Why is your nickname Jelly?”

I went very still. I never told anyone this. In fact, the only people who knew were my grandparents. Even Nadine and her mama didn’t know. “I… I don’t usually tell people that.”

“I know. Remember? I’ve asked you like a million times.”

I turned my head to look at him. His hair was adorably messed up as he lay on his pillow looking at me. That was the only part of him that made it obvious he’d been sleeping. The rest of him looked unfairly handsome and perfect as he laid there. The sheet was pushed low and only covered the lower half of him. I couldn’t help but admire his body. I’d known he was fit and muscular, but I’d had no idea how cut he was. His biceps, forearms, and pecs were ridiculous, and I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over his six pack, not to mention the V of muscle that led to his cock.

God. His cock. It was so much bigger than Evan’s. It was at least the same size as Nico’s, if not a little bigger. I was glad that I’d done a lot with Evan and had that one night with Nico, or I’d feel inexperienced compared to Paolo. He knew what he was doing in bed. That much was clear.

He pulled the sheet up and over his torso. “My eyes are up here, Jelly, my God. You’re making me feel like a piece of meat.”His gray eyes sparkled as he pointed to them and pretended to be offended by me checking him out.

I gave him a lazy smile.

I had just about decided not to tell him about my name but then thought better of it. We were going to be together almost constantly for the next four months. I’d also grown close to him during the time we’d been working together at the hospital and he’d been coming into Sugar. I felt like I could tell him.

I rolled over on my stomach and leaned on my forearms. His eyes dipped to my breasts for a moment but then focused back on my face. “It has to do with my mother,” I said.

I could tell he sensed it was a serious story by the look on his face. He propped his head up on one of his hands and drew circles over my back with his other one.

“What about her? You’ve never talked about your family.”