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The first touch to my clit makes me jerk.

“Close?”

“Yes.”

He keeps moving, hard and deep, while his fingers work exactly where I need them.

I bury my face against his neck.

“Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

The orgasm takes me suddenly.

My body tightens around him, and Zain swears against my mouth as his rhythm breaks.

A few hard thrusts later, he goes rigid.

For several seconds, neither of us moves.

Then I remember I am sitting naked from the waist down on his kitchen counter.

I start laughing.

Zain lifts his head.

“What?”

“Breakfast.”

He looks toward the stove.

Then back at me.

“The toast is ruined.”

“I noticed.”

His hands remain on my hips.

I smile.

“Worth it?”

His gaze drops to my mouth.

“The toast was never competition.”

I laugh again and pull him closer.

Breakfast can wait.

Chapter 8

Kaia

Bylateafternoon,Ihave filled three pages of my sketchbook and accidentally turned two pine trees into Zain’s shoulders.