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“Then, it’s yours.” I press a kiss to his nose. “When it’s finished, of course.”

“How long will it take you to finish it?”

I shrug. “Depends. Actually…what time is it?” I glance around, looking for a clock.

“Seven thirty,” he tells me.

“I need to get ready for work.”

“How about you don’t go in today?”

His hand slides lower to cup my pussy, and he groans. I’m not wearing any panties. Teeth sink into my neck.

“I have to go in.” I’m not giving my dad the satisfaction of me not showing up, especially after our fight. “And you have training.”

He slips a finger inside me, and I moan.

“I’ll skip it.”

He starts planting kisses up my neck. I tilt my head to give him better access.

“Your first game is in a week.”

“I’m in the best shape of my life.”

“If we both don’t go in, it’ll be obvious to my dad.”

He sighs, defeated.

I turn my face to his and softly kiss his lips. “Quickie?” I whisper against his mouth, and he grins.

Then, I’m spun around to face him. He whips off my nightshirt. A second later, his mouth is on mine, hot and hard. I meet his kiss with the same ferocity. We’re going at each other like we haven’t had sex in weeks, not hours.

I’ve never been as desperate for a man as I am with him. More so now that I’m fully aware of what he’s capable of in bed…

Five orgasms.

I’m never going to get over that.

I push my hands into the elastic of his boxers and shove them down his hips. His cock juts out to meet me. I wrap my hand around it, and he groans, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip.

I wrap my legs around his waist. Then, I drag the head of his cock up and down my center.

“You ready for me, baby?”

“Always.” My legs wrap around his waist.

Then, he sinks inside me.

We both moan with pleasure.

We’re joined as much as two people can be. Our mouths still fused together. His hips flush with mine, cock buried deep inside me. Our chests pressed together.

I blink open my eyes, and his are already on mine.

“I’ll get a condom in a second,” he says. “I just want to feel you.”

I run my hand around the nape of his neck, curling my fingers into the hair there. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill…and I’m clean.”