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“Micah!” Jasmine cried out again, sending another gush of wetness over my pulsing balls.
“Fucking hell, little lamb.” I gulped, sucking wind. “Christ…”
I emptied myself inside of her, and my muscles went lax while I clung to her limp body.
Nothing in the fucking world would take her from me. Nothing. And I’d marked her shoulder with my teeth to let the world know who she belonged to.
Chapter18
Jasmine
The scent of coffee pulled me from sleep. I blinked in the bright sunlight pouring through Micah’s bedroom window and smiled.
I never smiled in the morning. Ever.
Stretching dissolved my jollity as the soreness between my thighs voiced a complaint. “Damn,” I muttered. Micah’s cock was a dangerous weapon. “Damn,” I swore again while squeezing my thighs together a second time.
“You awake?”
I lifted my head off the pillow. “Unfortunately.”
Micah stood in the open doorway, lounge pants slung low on his hips, showcasing that V of muscle that ought to be outlawed. His hair was a rumpled mess, and his sleepy eyes twinkled with enough heat I almost didn’t care my pussy needed a break.
“You are so fucking hot,” I moaned the words like a complaint.
He laughed and moved into the room. “I brought you some coffee.”
I tore my gaze off the outline of his semi-hard cock and took note of the mugs in his hands. “You’re a saint.”
“Yeah, well...” He shrugged one shoulder.
Scooting up on the bed sent another not-so-pleasant twinge through my pussy, and I grimaced.
“You okay?” he asked, perching on the edge of the bed as I settled the sheet around my breasts.
Heat coated my cheeks. “A little sore.”
“I shouldn’t have taken you a second time,” he said, handing me my coffee.
“I wanted you to.”
He peered at me as I sipped and sighed contentment over the mug’s rim.
I enjoyed another taste, humming my approval. “Best. Coffee. Ever.”
With a chuckle, he slid back to prop against the headboard beside me. “How’d you sleep?”
“Like the dead. God.” I shook my head. “I can’t remember the last time I passed out like that.”
“I know you like it bright in the room, so I left the blinds open.” He rubbed his bare foot down the side of my sheet-covered calf. “Would it creep you out if I told you I laid here and watched you sleep for an hour before waking you up last night so I could have you again?”
Butterflies erupted into flight in my chest, and I glanced over at him. “You did?”
His gaze caressed my face, settling on my lips. “Yes. You’re absolutely stunning—even when snoring.”
“I don’t snore!”
“You do.”
