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She straightens up and turns to face me, smiling and biting her lip. "That was the best sex either of us have ever had," she says.
"That's about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," I grin. "And I gotta admit...I don't think it's the last time you'll say it tonight."
She pulls me in close, standing on tip-toes to tangle her fingers in my hair. "Don't make promises you can't keep, Playfair."
I kiss her hard, pressing my fingertips into her ass. I did what I promised; I can feel my cum on her inner thighs, and she whimpers when I start to play with her pussy again. She pulls away, panting, and I grin as I watch her cheeks flush.
"Stay the night," I tell her. "I've gotta have you again."
"Maybe," she says, biting her lip. "If you play your cards right."
"I'm a fucking pro at playing cards, baby," I tell her, my fingers sliding between her legs. "You'll be calling yourself my personal joker before the dawn breaks."
"And let me guess--you'll be the ace in the hole," she says with a wink.
"Depends on how many ways you wanna have it tonight," I laugh. "But if you want to leave..."
"I'll stay the night," she interrupts. "I promise."
"Good," I tell her. "Because nothing is quite as perfect as waking up to you in the morning."
"You planning on waking me up with your mouth on my pussy again?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Because I have to admit...I can't complain."
"Something like that," I say, my fingers sliding back to her clit.
"Then I'll stay," she tells me. "So long as you don't tell a soul we did this."
"Your secret is safe with me," I grin. I lean in and press my lips to hers. "And I'm a fantastic liar."
Chapter thirteen
Birdie
Idon'tknowwhyI lied to him...but it's making me feel all kinds of ways.
I told him he didn't need a condom--ignoringallthe condoms in my bag--and I let him come inside me. And then...I let him do it again.
And again.
And one more time, just for good measure.
Now, I'm lying in his bed with my legs spread and my head on his pillow, inhaling his scent. I have a story covering the Pucks game due on my boss's desk in two hours.
And Johnny Playfair's face is buried between my legs, lashing me with his tongue, doing his damndest to give me yet another orgasm.
I thrust my hips up toward him and sigh, blinking my eyes in the morning light. My hands are under the covers with him, tangled in his dark hair, his beard tickling my inner thighs. He growls as he licks me, pushes his tongue inside me...and I buck uncontrollably as I start to come.
His fingers are inside me, fucking me with his hand.
"That's right, baby," he hums. "Come for me. Come for me again..."
I come.
He doesn't stop.
I come again.
It's the third time that normally does it for me. I'm usually curled up like a little dog, exhausted and satisfied, but he doesn't stop licking me. His beard is prickly but his mouth is so soft and sweet on me. He licks me until I can barely stand to feel his tongue on me another second. I'm squirming and twisting on the bed, but I just can't seem to get away from him.
