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“Good.”
I can’t tell if he’s asking a question or making a statement, but I nod furiously.
He leans down and kisses my cheek. “Take your sweatshirt off,” he whispers against my ear.
I can’t find my way out of the sleeves and pop my head out of the neck hole fast enough. Dex uses his free hand to pull it off the rest of the way. My hair crackles with static electricity and I don’t even care that it’s probably sticking straight up.
“No bra either?” He nods with approval. “I should stop by at night more often.”
I want to sayyesbut I can’t seem to form any words.
He slides his hand into my hair, gathering it into his fist. The movement knocks me backward and I lean against my elbows, spreading my legs even wider.
“That’s it. Goddamn you’re beautiful like this.”
I stare up at him with desperate eyes. He tugs on my hair, reminding me he has me tethered in place, and slowly works two fingers inside me.
The pleasurable prickles over my scalp, combined with his fingers working in and out of me at a steady pace and the intensity in his eyes, pushes me right to the edge.
“Dex,” I whisper.
He nods. “Show me how much you like my fingers in your tight little cunt. Go off for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the waves of pleasure to wash over me. He doesn’t move faster or even harder, but somehow pushesdeeper, curling his fingers and stroking a spot that makes my toes tingle.
I open my mouth, a silent scream climbing up my throat.
“Good girls come nice and quiet,” he whispers, then seals his mouth over mine, swallowing my cries. Desperate to hold onto something, I curl my fingers over his shoulders as the orgasm explodes inside me. Dex lets out hums and noises of encouragement while he shatters me into a million happy little pieces. He slips his fingers out, rubbing and petting me as if trying to give me every last bit of pleasure possible.
He releases my hair and pulls back. “Noisy little firecracker, aren’t you,” he teases.
I reach for the bulge in his jeans. “I can think of a way to keep me quiet.”
An enthusiastic sound rumbles out of him, that I take as ayes. Boneless, I slide off the washer, landing on the floor like an overcooked noodle. I reach for the pile of clean towels, grabbing one and kneeling on it. Every cell of my body’s still singing with happiness. I kneel up and grab his belt, half pushing, half turning him toward the washer. His butt hits it with a soft, metallic thud and he lets out a low chuckle.
“Easy,” he whispers.
Naked on my knees in the laundry room isn’t someplace I thought I’d find myself. But this man seems to have a knack for nudging me out of my comfort zone.
He slips something out of his pocket and sets it on the dryer. I’m too busy eagerly working his belt loose to see what it is. I want to drive him to the same heights of pleasure that I just experienced at his hands.
The energy around us shifts. He brushes my fumbling hands aside and undoes his pants. I lower the front waistband of his boxer briefs and he inhales a sharp breath. He strokes his thick cock in one of his big hands, his eyes on me the whole time.
“You want this?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“Show me.”
I kneel up straighter, bracing my hands against his muscular thighs. Good God, he’s so strong everywhere, and yet so gentle when he handles me, except the few moments I need him not to be.
Feeling encouraged by his watchful gaze, I wrap my hands around the base of his erection and close my mouth over the head.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathes. He drops one hand to my head, massaging my scalp. “I replay that afternoon in the truck in my head all the time. And your mouth is even sweeter than I remember.”
I tease my tongue along the sensitive underside. “Then I’m a bad girlfriend for not doing this again sooner.”
He groans with satisfaction as I slowly take him in my mouth again, while twisting my grip.
