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My body shakes and shudders, and he finally allows me to drop to the mattress, pressing me down with his weight as he goes on fucking my ass. I try to focus on his words. On the sounds he makes when he comes apart a few moments later, but I’m floating somewhere between reality and oblivion, unable to get any rational sense of where I am. There is only warmth and happiness and a deep-seated contentment.

“You’re okay, sunshine.” Lorenzo’s soothing voice anchors me to reality, and I blink to find myself lying face up, free of my restraints. I feel blissfully cozy and there’s a soft warmth between my thighs that I can’t work out. “You coming back to me, tesoro?”

I focus on his hands. The warmth is a washcloth. He’s cleaning me up. Washing our cum off me. The fabric beneath me is dry now too. I wiggle my ass a little. The duvet is gone and I’m lying on the dry sheets.

“That feels nice.” My eyes flutter open.

Lorenzo kisses my stomach. “You did good. Are you feeling okay?”

“Hmm,” I murmur. “Better than okay.”

“Good girl,” he repeats, peppering soft kisses over my abdomen while he cleans me up. Then he pushes himself up from the bed, and I whimper at the loss of his warmth. My eyes shutter closed again. The bed dips beside me and I smell a familiar scent. Jasmine and lemon.

His hands glide over my calves, smoothing my favorite body lotion into my skin and working his way up to the tops of my thighs. “What are you doing now?” I ask softly.

“Making sure your skin doesn’t dry out. I just gave you a bed bath.” He chuckles.

“You’re so considerate, Sir.”

“It’s all part of the service.”

“Hmm. Fuck me into a coma and then take care of me after?” I giggle.

He playfully nips at my thigh. “It’s called aftercare. I’m surprised it never came up in your extensive research.”

“Oh, it did. I just didn’t think it would feel this good.” I practically purr the last word.

He rubs his hands over my hips and stomach. “I didn’t think anything could feel this good again.” His voice is thick with emotion, and it makes my heart ache. I reach for him, pulling him to lie down next to me. He goes on massaging my skin with lotion while he nuzzles my neck.

“I’m glad you took a risk, Sir.”

“So am I, tesoro.”

ChapterSixty-Three

LORENZO

Iwake with her still asleep on my chest. My muscles tense instinctively, my arms banding tighter around her in case this is a dream.

She snuggles closer, and I drop a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flutter open. “Morning, Sir,” she breathes, and already my cock is twitching. How the fuck does she do that?

“Morning, sunshine.”

“I love waking up next to you.”

I brush her hair back from her face. “Me too. I’m so glad you’re home.”

“Hmm.” She sinks her teeth into her luscious lip, and it makes me instantly hard.

But I don’t like that look on her face. “What does that sound mean?”

“This doesn’t really feel like my home is all,” she admits.

I look around the room, the one I shared with my wife. She’s right; I’ve done nothing to make Mia feel like this place belongs to her. “What would it take to make it feel like your home?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s such a big house.”

“It’s about to get bigger too. Dante convinced Max to move back here with Joey, but only if they can build their own wing.”

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