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She moves to the edge of the bed, one leg hooking over my shoulder as I nip at her inner thigh.

“Damn, Iz. You’re already soaking wet for me. Have you been thinking about getting dressed up all day? I bet you have. I bet all you could think about was what was going to happen when I got you alone later tonight.”

She cups her breasts, pinching her nipples and rolling them between her fingers. Her head drops back as I slide my tongue along her slick folds.

“Please, make me come.” Izzy weaves her fingers through my hair, pulling my head closer to her dripping pussy.

I suck her clit into my mouth while pushing two fingers into her. Izzy’s loud moans fill the room as my fingers move faster. I rock them against the spot that drives her wild, sending her over the edge of an orgasm.

Her wetness soaks my fingers as I stand and pull out my cock, my boxers falling to the floor. She toys with her nipples as I stroke the length of my cock.

“You’re going to ride my cock until you come, Iz, and then I’m going to fuck you from behind.”

I sit on the edge of the bed, and she moves quickly to straddle my lap. Her soaked pussy slides over the head of my cock before she sinks down onto it. I cup the back of her head and pull her face down to mine, claiming her lips in another kiss.

She moans and rolls her hips, sinking down deeper onto me. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she rides.

Her pussy milks my cock as she rocks her hips. She gasps with each brush of her clit against my skin. My tongue tangles with hers as I angle my hips to push deeper inside her.

My cock throbs as I pull her off me and nod to the bed. “On all fours, Iz. Ass in the air for me.”

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes filled with lust as she gets on all fours. I stand behind her, my hands running over the curves of her ass. She arches her back, her wet pussy on display as I stroke my cock.

When I push into her, she moans and grips the sheets. I grab her hips, hauling her back against me in time with my thrusts.

“Oh, Oliver.” She arches her back deeper, changing the angle as she comes.

She reaches beneath her body, cupping my balls as I bury myself in her pussy. I slam into her harder, reaching around her hip for her clit. I swirl my fingers around the sensitive little bud, loving the feeling of her pulsating around my length.

Izzy’s moans grow louder as I keep thrusting into her. Her pussy clenches down around my cock as I come, spilling into her before she collapses on the bed.

I hover above her, kissing a path down her spine before she rolls over.

Her bright smile sends my heart racing a mile a minute. “I can’t wait to see how you react when you see the other outfit.”

I groan in anticipation. “I don’t doubt it. You’re fucking gorgeous.” I pick her up off the bed and carry her toward the bathroom. “But you’re going to look even better when I get you naked and up against the shower wall.”

She shifts, allowing my cock to sink back into her when I take another step.

As we lose ourselves in each other, I can’t help but think about how lucky I got when she came crashing into my life like the cheerful little hurricane she is.

It’s in the same second that I remember I’m only going to disappoint her in the end.

CHAPTER 20

IZZY

“All right.” Oliver sits down with a big plate of the breakfast hash I made. “I’ve got a day shift today and then I’m working for the next two nights. I’m off this weekend though, if you want to go out and do something.”

I lean back against the couch cushions and kick my feet up on the coffee table. “I was thinking that we could get out and see more of New York. It’s the first weekend that I have fully off in a long time, so maybe we could do something big.”

He nods and shovels some of the roasted potatoes into his mouth. “That could be fun. We could spend the weekend together. I’m not even going to be on call this weekend, so I would have more than enough time to actually leave the city.”

I bounce in my seat, taking my feet down and leaning forward. “You really mean that? You’re never not on call.”

Oliver chuckles. “Sometimes I’m not on call, but yes. This entire coming weekend, I won’t have to answer a single call. I know that I’ve had to step away a couple times, but next weekend won’t be like that.”

It seems too good to be true. I don’t think there’s been a single day when he hasn’t at least answered a message from the hospital. If he’s taking an entire weekend off, we’re going to get time without either one of our jobs interfering.

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