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“Totally,” I blew out and rocked back, rubbing my ass against his crotch.

This was a tactical error on my part. I could feel his hard cock and that turned me on more.

“Take your shorts off, Derrika.”

Okay, not an error.

Yippy!

I quickly did as he asked, but seeing as I was a forward thinker, I also pulled my undies down with my shorts.

“Reach around and pull me out.”

I did that, too, just a quickie, but in another forward-thinking moment, I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked.

Jonas’s hand came off the counter, went to the back of my neck. Putting gentle pressure on it, he ordered, “Bend forward. Hand on the windowsill.”

I glanced up at the window above the sink and reached for it.

“Good, Dee Dee, now put me where you want me.”

I did not delay doing that, either. I tipped my ass up and guided him between my legs. I felt the tip of his dick catch and moved my hand.

Jonas drilled inside.

I came up on my toes.

And together we groaned.

My entire body trembled as Jonas relentlessly, mercilessly fucked me at the kitchen sink after asking me to move in with him. When my orgasm hit, I was chanting his name with a few ‘Oh Gods’ thrown in there.

He tightened his hand on the back of my neck, pulled my torso upright, shoved his face into the side of my neck, and groaned his release. I knew his orgasm left him when he started slowly gliding in and out.

His voice was rough and raspy when he said, “Thank you, baby.”

Mine was dreamy and scratchy when I said, “Honey, if that’s the thank you I get for doing the dishes, consider me permanently signed up for KP duty.”

“Christ, I fucking love you,” he choked out but sobered quickly. “No, Derrika, thank you for moving in.”

“Jonas, you don’t⁠—”

“You’re giving up your life to move up here, Dee Dee. I need you to know I appreciate it.”

Was he crazy?

“You’ve got it backwards. I’m not giving up anything to move up here. I’m getting a life, I’m getting you, I’m getting everything I ever wanted.”

Jonas went completely still. He made that sexy rumble that was nothing more than a sound, then sexily mumbled his words. “Fuck, now I gotta fuck you again.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re crazy if you think you’re giving me something that sweet and I’m not giving you naked gratitude as payback.”

Jonas pulled out, spun me around, and swept me up into his arms.

“Six months,” he declared, apropos of nothing.

“Six months?”