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“Christ, baby⁠—”

Whatever else he was going to say was cut off by my phone ringing in the other room. My real phone, the phone that only a select few had the number to.

“Fuck,” he snarled.

“Again?” I quipped, not wanting our moment interrupted but knowing it was.

Jonas rolled off me, bringing me with him, so when he settled on his back I was on top of him.

“Christ, this is worse.”

I went stiff and felt my heart start to shrivel.

“Worse?”

Now his eyes were flashing with something else and it was borderline angry.

“Yeah, baby, worse,” he confirmed. “I got one minute and fifty seconds of my mouth on your pussy. That’s about twenty minutes less than I’d like.” Twenty minutes for oral sex? Was he trying to really kill me? “I get inside of you and, Christ, Dee Dee, your pussy feels like silk, which means I’m instantly fighting my need to blow. I get you to let go and your cunt squeezes my dick so tight we came damn close to a pregnancy scare. Then I watch you swallow my come, and honest to God, I don’t know how I managed to keep my knees it was so fucking hot. We get done and my dick wants more. I want my twenty minutes between your legs. It’s arguable which one’s gonna win out. Either way my dick’s hard and ready for round two. So, I think it’s safer to roll over so the temptation of your pussy isn’t so close, but now I got your tits pressed to my chest—and I’ll remind you I still haven’t had time to taste those—and your pussy’s on my dick.”

He was right. The way I was lying on top of him I could feel his shaft splitting my sex.

I squirmed.

One of his hands went to the back of my neck, the other came down on my ass with a resounding smack.

“Be a good girl.”

I was back to quivering.

“Now I wanna be bad,” I told him.

He put pressure on the back of my neck, bringing my mouth closer to his.

“You can be as bad as you wanna be tonight, baby. But now, I need you to roll off me so we can get dressed.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” That wasn’t a promise. It was a vow.

He sealed it with a scorching, albeit short kiss.

I rolled off.

I waited for the embarrassment to come, or at least a smidgen of modesty.

None came.

I was perfectly comfortable with our nudity.

Actually, if I was being honest, I didn’t just feel comfortable. I felt empowered. For the first time in my life, I felt free to be me. Just me without judgment or persecution. My reactions were mine. My feelings were mine. My body was mine.

All of me belonged to me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

“Why is the Dawn dish soap in the bathroom sink?” Derrika yelled.

I finished pulling on my clean shirt before I yelled back, “I took a shower outside.”