Page 177 of Brooklyn Cupid


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Change of plans. I’ll torture her just a little more.

“Shower before coffee?” I ask, thrusting into her hand.

“Go for it,” she murmurs.

Tease.

“With you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

I hope she survives all my excitement because I’m hard and horny again as I pick her up and carry her to my bedroom.

“I love when you do this,” she murmurs, nibbling at my earlobe. “When you carry me in your arms.”

“I’ll do it every day, baby. You don’t have to walk. I’ll carry you around Brooklyn like a princess.”

I love carrying her in my arms, or with her legs wrapped around my waist, or throwing her over my shoulder. When she doesn’t touch the ground, I’m her only gravity.

We fumble out of the few clothes we have on as our mouths fuse together, burning with the need to repeat the feeling of being closer to each other than we’ve been to anyone else.

Our hands greedily explore each other like we didn’t just go at it all night.

Lips, tongues, hands, skin to skin, and after five minutes in the shower, she murmurs, “Turn on the water, maybe?”

Right, we forgot that part.

She laughs into my mouth, then squeals when I spray her with water, turn her around, and take her against the wall.

“Chapter number eleven,” I whisper into her ear as I enter her.

We go at it slowly and for the longest time, reaching our climax when we can barely stand on shaking legs.

“I think I found my happy place,” I say, panting into her neck.

“Shower?”

“Being inside you.”

She laughs as I slide out of her and tease her with kisses as we actually shower.

I can wash off the paint and the sweat, even the sweet tiredness of being with her numerous times in the last twelve hours. But the shower won’t wash off the feelings etched in my heart that cut deeper every day. She’s finally mine.

“Coffee? Breakfast?” she asks, putting her panties and shirt on.

I throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the kitchen.

She squeals. “How are you so strong?”

“Practiced for years to impress you.”

She laughs and slaps my ass. “Jace!”

Her hands slide inside my sweatpants and palm my ass cheeks, squeezing them.

“You want another round, Lu baby? You won’t be able to walk. Just a warning.”

I shake her off my shoulder and hold her butt as she slides down and wraps her legs around my waist.

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