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“No,” I amend because I guess she’s technically not now. “You’re just gripping me like my dick is your favorite toy.”
“He might be though.”
That’s it. That’s all she gives me. But her hand is still on me and I’m close. Like no joke close. It’s Layla after all so I’m close any time she enters the room, let alone touches me.
Her eyes flash up to mine. “I’m going to stop.”
“Sure. Smart plan.”
“Then I should go home. I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.”
“I have no complaints. Incidentally, I like you in my sweatshirt.”
“It smells like you.”
I groan. There is no helping it. I want her body painted with my scent. “You can keep it. Wear it all fucking day.”
She smirks at me. “Would you like that?”
Fuck. “Am I supposed to answer that honestly?” I shake that off. “Now that you’re sober, are you still doing this with me?”
Her mouth twists. “I am. I didn’t agree because I was drunk. I drank because I wanted to agree.”
Hmmm. Not sure what to make of that. “Can we move you in later today?”
“Sure.”
“Will you let go of my dick now?”
“Oh!”
Her eyes flash, slingshotting back down, and yeah, her hand is still on me. And though I’m not playing with her nipple or doing much other than holding her, my hand is still on her breast.
“You first,” she demands.
I smirk. I could wake up like this every day for the rest of my life and be so fucking happy. “Is that what you want? You want me to stop touching you?”
“I believe I also mentioned a one and done?”
“You did,” I tell her. “But Layla—”
“We’ve done that before, right?” she cuts me off. “A couple of times now. One more time won’t hurt anything and then it’s out of our systems.”
I want to ask her if she genuinely believes the bullshit she’s spewing, but I’m so fucking hard, and she’s still holding my dick, and I’ll hate myself for the rest of my life if this is truly a one and then officially done and I talk her out of it.
Still, I can’t have her regretting this either. “You’re sure? One hundred percent, you won’t freak out after and run or get weird?”
“I won’t. I need one last taste before I go the way of the nuns.”
Before I even know how I got here, I have her body pinned beneath mine and my lips slamming down on hers. Fingers twine through my hair, holding on tight as our mouths open in sync and my tongue slides inside. I didn’t get this the first time around. She left before I woke up, but this… this is everything I wanted that morning.
Our lips move with urgency, hot and hungry while our hands roam everywhere. Impatiently, I rip my sweatshirt over her head, my hand once again toying with her tits. My other hand slides beneath the track shorts she’s wearing before continuing down between her thighs. I run a finger along the crotch of her thong, finding it damp.
“You want this?” I ask again, breathing hard against her mouth.
Her eyes hold mine and she whimpers, “Yes.”
I slide the satin to the side and then thrust two fingers straight into her, meeting no resistance, because she’s already so wet for me. Her lips part on a moan, her eyes hazy and heavy-lidded as I curl my fingers and find the spot that’ll make her fly.
