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I kissed her back, opening myself up to the possibilities she presented. Because for the first time in a decade, I felt like I was with the person I was always supposed to be with. And nothing was going to change that. Ever again.

Her hand worked my cock, bringing me to a full erection. I didn’t know how my body was managing to get hyped for another round, but it was happening. I should be passed out after the last orgasm. It had sent me right up to heaven’s gates but here I was again ready to have my way with her body.

“Full of surprises, aren’t you?” she murmured against my lips, her eyes filled with a mischievous glint.

I chuckled at that, my hands moving to the small of her back. I pressed her up against me. “You have no idea,” I whispered back before placing a lingering kiss on her neck. I felt her shiver in response, her hand tightening its grip on me.

I pushed her down and rolled on top of her. “Are you sure you’re ready for round two already?” I asked.

I didn’t wait for her answer. I tugged at her earlobe with my teeth and she moaned softly.

I felt the ripple of pleasure roll through her body. “Yes,” she whispered, arching her back to allow me better access.

I pressed my lips to hers. My tongue slid against her lower lip, pulling a gasp from her. Our tongues entwined greedily as I moved my body against hers. I trailed kisses down her neck, nipped at the delicate skin with my teeth. It was like a drug, her taste, her heat. I slipped off the bed and onto the floor, my body pressing against hers. I kissed a path across her chest. Her breasts were perfect, round and full with hard nipples that begged for attention.

Kissing my way up again, I licked the sweet spot between her breasts before moving down to suckle one of them into my mouth. She groaned loudly, arching into my touch. I could feel how aroused she was already.

I stood and turned her over. My hand slid down her perfect ass before I lifted her up to her knees. I parted her thighs wider before I guided my cock to her slick opening. I pushed inside her bit by bit, taking my time to enjoy the heat of her body clenching around mine. Her body pulsed with anticipation, her back arching while her fingers dug into the sheets.

Her gasps grew louder with every thrust. It was electrifying. She was so tight, so wet, that my mind almost went blank with pleasure. I slid my hands up her sides, tracing the curves of her body as I moved inside her.

I buried my face into the crook of her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin there. Her gasps in my ear only served to fuel my desire, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel the telltale signs of an impending climax building in both of us—the tightening knot in my belly, the way her walls clutched at me, increasing with every thrust.

I reached around and rubbed the sensitive nub that I knew would give her incredible pleasure. A strangled whimper escaped her lips as I touched her just right. Her body went taut beneath me. I felt a wave of satisfaction at the sound of my name being pulled from her in a broken sigh.

Her cries echoed in my ears and sent shivers down my spine. Her body tightened beneath me, and I knew she was close again.

“Come for me,” I growled into her ear.

I moved faster. Our bodies slapped together as I chased my orgasm. It hit with a force that nearly knocked me to my knees. She cried out, her body convulsing. I felt her climax around me. The sound of her pleasure, the feeling of her body tightening further around me, pushed me over the edge. My whole body shook as my climax hit, a low groan escaping my lips as I emptied myself inside her.

I stayed motionless, grunting with the aftershocks that coursed through me. When I felt my strength return to me, I slowly withdrew from her, both of us panting heavily.

I fell back onto the bed and pulled her against me. There was no stopping the sleep. We both succumbed in a matter of seconds.

36

MERRITT

The next morning felt like waking up in a dream I didn’t want to end. Kannon’s arm was slung across my waist, and his breath was a soft rhythm against the back of my neck. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, soaking it all in—the warmth of his body, the weight of his arm, the quiet comfort of waking up beside someone I’d loved for so long.

I let myself imagine a future that looked just like this every morning. I turned my head to find his face only inches from mine, peaceful in the early morning light. His dark eyelashes lay gently against his soft skin and his lips were slightly parted. The urge to kiss him was overwhelming but I didn’t want to disturb this utopia we had found ourselves in.

He wanted to “go steady.” I almost giggled at the thought but fought it.

All these years of crushing on him and wanting him and here I was—with him. Me and him. We were going to make this work. When I left ten years ago, I always hoped there was a chance we could get together. As the years went by, I gave up on that idea, but I never stopped loving him. I had resigned myself to always looking for a man that would be a version of Kannon. I knew that was why I never found any of the men I dated truly attractive. Maybe they looked good on the outside but they weren’t him.

I would have gladly stayed in bed with him all day, but reality eventually intruded. Work was calling and I had deadlines to meet. The sooner I saved this account, the sooner we could go back to Dallas and pick up where we left off.

I had some decisions to make about my future. I loved my job and the city, but I loved Kannon more. He was my priority.

I slipped out of bed as quietly as I could, leaving him to sleep while I got ready for the day. I crept into the bathroom and showered. I was tender between my legs and could feel the whisker burn on my breasts. All of it was a delicious reminder of last night. I stepped out of the shower and rubbed lotion over my skin. I smiled at the marks on my neck and breasts. The love bites.

I dressed in one of my chic business suits and grabbed a scarf to hide the one hickey that was visible above my collar. When I stepped out of the bathroom, he was still asleep, sprawled across the mattress, one arm outstretched as though reaching for me. His face was even more peaceful now in undisturbed sleep. I found myself smiling at the sight. There was a certain domestic bliss in this moment that was already drawing me in.

I quietly walked to the kitchen to make coffee. When I opened the fridge, I cringed at the lack of food. Thankfully, the freezer was stocked. I snatched a couple of frozen waffles and put them in the toaster while my coffee machine whirred and spit.

I pulled the cup out from under the machine and added the peppermint mocha creamer that smelled like it was still good. The waffles popped up. I slathered them with butter and slowly chewed, thinking about last night. I hoped there were many more nights just like it.