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“Likewise.”

Carson pulled his vibrating phone from his back pocket, checked to see who it was and then put it on the counter. “Now, where were we?”

“There was some kissing, if I recall correctly.”

“Ah yes, the kissing. How safe are we to misbehave with Ty in the house?”

“He never wakes up during the night.”

“That’s good to know.”

In a matter of seconds, he had her arranged on the counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Are you sore, honey?”

“A little. It’d been a minute for me.”

When he would’ve pulled back from her, she didn’t let him. “I’m okay as long as we take it slow.”

“I can do slow.” He ran a hand up the inside of her thigh and discovered she was naked under her dress. “What a lovely discovery,” he said as he pressed his fingers into her, being careful not to hurt her. She clamped down on his fingers and made him gasp.

He freed his cock from his pants and withdrew his fingers. “Hold on tight.”

She wrapped her arms around him and let her head fall back as he entered her.

“Is this okay?”

“Mmm, don’t stop.”

“That’s the last thing I want to do. God, Cres… You feel so good.”

“So do you.” Her fingers were buried in his hair, and he shuddered when she dragged her fingernails over his scalp.

He pressed his fingers against her clit, triggering her orgasm and his.

Afterward, he rested his forehead on her shoulder, trembling from aftershocks that made him hard again.

She groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

“We can’t have that,” he said as he withdrew from her, kissing her softly and sweetly.

She wanted to melt into his warm embrace, but the warning bells in her mind were becoming too loud to ignore. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.” They disentangled and took turns using the bathroom off the kitchen to clean up.

“Can I get you anything?” she asked when he returned.

“I’ll take an ice water, please.”

“Coming right up. Do you mind if I drink the wine? I should’ve asked before I poured it.”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, just checking.”

She handed him the ice water, reached for her glass and followed him into the living room, sitting next to him on the sofa.

Carson put his arm on the back of the sofa and played with her hair. “What’s up?”