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She laughs breathlessly. “Your focus is on my tits.”

“Exactly.”

She wriggles and flicks my shoulder and I grin, moving up to kiss her. She wraps her legs around my waist, tugging me closer.

“Do you still have it?” I whisper between kisses.

She grins. “Maybe.”

“Show me.”

I push myself up on my hand to look down at her, and she leans her head to the right, gathering her hair and lifting it. My name is still there, tattooed in small letters along her hairline.

I run the pad of my thumb across it. “I thought you’d have removed it.”

“My first and only tattoo? As if.” She pulls her knees back and places her feet on my chest, pushing me up until I’m kneeling between her thighs.

Tugging at the strings of her bikini bottoms, the material falls away, but Sunday keeps her knees together. I meet her eye, and she opens her legs, revealing her pussy, and the small, silver piercing nestled in the blonde hair.

I groan like a starving man presented with a hot meal. “You still don’t shave.”

“Nope.”

Leaning down, I press my face between her legs, inhaling deeply. She smells like her, and I run my tongue across her clit piercing.

She groans, tugging at my hair. “More.”

I dared her to get her nipples pierced, and she doubled down on me. There’s nothing I loved more than long days in bed teasing and toying with the bar until she’d whimper and beg me to fuck her.

She tenses when I suck on the metal. “Fuck, Cole.”

I lap up her taste, enjoying her soft moans and cries when I nibble and tease her. My cock is thick and leaking, and I unbuckle my belt to release some of the ache.

“Show me,” she begs.

I grin against her pussy. “Show you what?”

“Don’t fucking tease me.” She closes her thighs over my ears, only releasing me when I sit up and get off the end of the bed.

She pushes herself up on her elbows, cheeks flushed, eyes bright. She looks beyond beautiful, naked, legs spread, pussy glistening.

Pushing my underwear and suit pants down, my cock stands hard, thick and long, the four silver balls of my magic cross piercing already glistening with precum. Sunday’s eyes light up and she moves to the edge of the bed.

“I didn’t get to see them properly earlier. God, I forgot how fucking pretty they are,” she murmurs, kissing the head of my dick. I close my eyes, squeezing the base of my cock as she circles her tongue over me, licking the cum from the piercings. “How many women have to thank me for the pleasure these brought?”

I open my eyes and look down at her. “That’s what you want to talk about right now? Other women?”

She tilts her head, licking her lips. “Maybe. You know how many men I’ve been with. You killed my last boyfriend, remember?” She kneels up on the bed, gripping my cock and pumping it slowly. “Tell me.”

This was not the conversation I thought I’d be having this weekend. This isn’t at all how I thought these few days would go. I convinced myself that I’d only ever watch Sunday from a distance, but now she’s right in front of me, asking me to confess things I thought I’d take to my grave.

“There’s been no one, Sunday.”

Her smile fades, and she stops moving her hand. “Wait, what?”

“I haven’t had sex with anyone since you.” She says nothing, and I clear my throat. “Can we move past it now?”

“Absolutely fucking not.” She presses her hand to my chest. “Are you being serious, Cole?”