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“Fuck, no, it’s not. You’re never going to get rid of me now,” Cam grunted, thrusting harder. “You feel so fucking good. So damn tight.”

“That feels so good. Don’t stop,” I said as he lost control. I wanted to move my hands, but he kept them restrained above me.

“I’m almost there,” I said.

He moved one hand between us to rub my clit, pushing me over the edge. My body spasmed around him. “You’re squeezing the hell out of my cock,” he said, thrusting twice before stilling above me. Every muscle tightened as he found his release deep inside of me. He let go of my hands as he attempted to keep his body weight off mine while we both caught our breaths.

“I think I love you even more now,” he said, and I snorted, slapping his chest.

“Same.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

CAMDEN

“Areyou still coming over after work today?” I asked a half-naked Stephanie as she slipped out of bed. My cock twitched at the sight of her bare skin. She’d spent the night at my place every single night for the past week. After we slept together the first time, I couldn’t let her go.

Since then, if she was within touching distance, I had a hand on her. Even if it was just resting on her thigh or my arm around her shoulders. I yawned and stretched; the sheet bunched around my waist. “You know it’s not fair.”

“What’s not?” I peeked up to see her looking over her bare shoulder at me, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. If she didn’t have to work, I’d toss her onto her back from that look alone.

“That you look that good in the morning.” She waved in my direction as she stood.

“You look better,” I promised. My body took notice of her completely naked state.Fuck, she was hot.

“Stop.” She glared playfully.

“I’m serious.”

“So am I.” She shook her head, disappearing into the bathroom.

Following, I leaned against the bathroom door as she stepped under the water. Steam filled the room. I watched, mesmerized, as she reached for her soap. The bottle I stopped and picked up for her after I had a hard time convincing Stephanie to stay in bed longer because she had to go home to shower and get ready for work.

When I suggested she use my soap because, let’s face it, I liked the idea of her smelling like me, she refused. I hated the thought of her not getting enough sleep or driving that early in the morning, so I took matters into my own hands.

I might have gone a little overboard and bought her the crazy expensive stuff, which she informed me of before she thanked me. If I got that kind of thank you every time I bought her something small, I’d bring her home something every day. Nothing was more beautiful than the girl of your dreams with your cock in her mouth.

Just thinking about it made me harder than a rock. “Don’t even think about it,” she said from the shower.

“Don’t think about what?” I asked.

Her eyelids fluttered closed as she washed her hair. “You know what. I’m already running late, and if you get in here with that, I won’t be able to resist you.”

“You wouldn’t even try?”

“Why would I do that?” she asked, tilting her head back under the spray. The move pushed her delicious tits out.

“Fair point.” Reaching down, I gave my cock a sympathetic squeeze.

“As it is, I won’t get to stop and get a to-go coffee from Stacey.”

I groaned. “Why would you mention my sister right now?”

“Because I knew it might help deflate the situation.” She smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Whenever you’re naked, nothing can deflate this situation. But I get it. I’ll go make you a coffee.” I said, standing to my full height.

“Thanks, baby.” She blew me a kiss.

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