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When she begins moving her hips in tandem with me so that I fuck into her harder, I’m done. My balls tighten as I fill the condom. I let out a loud moan of my own before we fall into a tired heap.
“That was incredible,” she says as her chest heaves.
“Fuck yes, it was,” I agree. “Want to go for round two?”
She looks at me and giggles. “Let me catch my breath first.”
I quickly get up to throw the condom away before joining her back in bed.
When I lay back down next to her, I’m surprised when she immediately cuddles up to me. My cock already is eager to dive back in for more, but with Erin’s head on my chest, it takes mere moments before we are both asleep.
Chapter Seven
Erin
Myeyesslowlyopen,letting in the sunlight that peeks through the window. I make yet another mental note to get blackout curtains.
My body stretches while my tongue licks the top of my mouth.
What the heck is that horrible taste?
Tequila.
Everything from last night comes flooding back.
I sang karaoke.
I played pool.
I brought a guy home.
And he spent the night!
I really didn’t intend for that part to happen. I figured we’d have some fun, and then Tanner would escape into the night. But when he fucked me into a literal after-sex coma, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
I won’t even go into the fact that sleeping next to someone again felt nice because I’m positive that is just the tequila talking.
My eyes go wide as I quickly feel the bed next to me.
No Tanner.
Did he finally come to his senses? Did he see my jiggly thirty-three-year-old body in the harsh light of day and head for the hills?
I practically jump out of my skin when I hear the toilet flush.
He’s still here.
Not having the confidence that the tequila provided last night, I pull the sheet up around me, trying to cover up everything from the neck down.
I hear the water run, and I’m thankful I managed to pick a guy who washes his hands. I brace myself for him to open the door. What if he isn’t as attractive as he was last night? What if the bad decision juice just provided a smoke screen of hotness?
But as he opens the door, I realize there’s no smoke screen.
Only a smoke show.
He’s somehow hotter than he was last night—if that’s even possible.
And holy Toledo, he’s still naked. I try not stare at the giant piece of man meat swinging between his legs, but it’s hard.
