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Thank Christ. I don’t think I could have knowingly used condoms that were his.
Her hand finds me and wraps around my cock until it swells in her hand. She brushes her finger against the tip, and I lean down, licking into her mouth as I steal the condom from her fingers.
“Now.” She grasps my hips to tug me against her.
Her soft smile is all it takes to lose myself in the moment again.
“Now,” I confirm and sink deep within her.
The smell of jasmine tickles my nose.
Mia.
Sunlight streams through her bedroom windows, momentarily blinding me. But unlike Vegas, the light doesn’t activate sledgehammers against my brain.
My face is buried in her hair, my hand resting possessively on her hip. I flex my fingers slightly and haul her closer to me. The feel of her ass against my dick causes a predictable reaction. Arching like a cat, she rubs against me while her breasts thrust forward in invitation.
I reach up, cupping her breast, my fingers playing with her nipple until it tightens against my palm.
“You’re insatiable,” she mumbles, voice thick with sleep.
“And you’re irresistible,” I murmur before I brush my lips against her shoulder.
More than once through the night, I’d woken up with her in my arms. Whether it was waking her with my fingers, my tongue, or my dick, I hadn’t been able to get enough. Now that I’d had a taste of her, I wasn’t sure I could stop.
“You’re not complaining, are you?” I trail my hand down her stomach, then slide my fingers through her slick folds.
The way she squirms against me, legs widening while her breath breaks—tells me all I need to know.
It isn’t until she’s splayed on top of me, her chest crushed to mine as we both recover from another mind-blowing orgasm, that she answers me.
“Not complaining.” Her lips brush my chest.
“Good.” My arms tighten around her.
“I am curious though,” she says and props her chin on her hand to look at me. “You’re sure you were a virgin?”
Her baffled tone has me chuckling.
“I’m sure.” Leaning down, I brush a kiss against her nose. “Why?”
“I have some questions.” She eyes me warily.
“I have some answers.”
Taking a deep breath, she releases it to gust along my chest.
“Where the hell did you learn all that?”
“All what?” I ask.
“The-the-the tone—”
Fuck, she’s adorable when she’s flustered.
“What tone?”
“You sounded practically like goddamned Christian Gray,” she says, thumping me in the chest in the process. “Wipe that smirk off your face, Garrett Wyatt Harrison.”
