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My brow lowers. “I’m not sweet either.”

Her head tilts to the side. “You help Martha.”

“She pays me.”

“But you were good to your mother.”

I can’t argue with that. It actually reminds me of a question I’ve had since the first day I met her. “What’s your favorite flower?”

“Hmm…” Her lips press together, and she slides her blue eyes to the side like she’s thinking. She’s fucking adorable. “I think I like pansies. Those are the delicate ones with the little faces, right?”

I nod. “Any particular color?”

“I don’t know. I like them all.” She lays her cheek against my chest. We’re quiet, and I slide my fingers over her shoulder. She listens to me breathe. “Remember when people used to call women’s pussies flowers?”

“Yeah, that was kind of weird.”

“We’re not supposed to give it away.” She looks up at me again, humor in her eyes. “Oops.”

Now I really laugh, rolling her onto her back and sliding my hand down between her legs. “You didn’t give it away. It’s right here.”

She arches her back with a moan, lifting her soft breasts and hard nipples, and fuck me. “We’re going to need more condoms if you start doing that.”

“Or you could pull out.” Her fingers thread in my hair and I lean forward to kiss her breast, pulling a nipple into my mouth and giving it a firm suck.

She moans again, and I want to put my mouth all over her. I don’t want to stop until she’s screaming my name again, because as beautifully as she can sing, Jemima Dixon crying out my name as she comes apart in ecstasy is the best thing I’ve ever heard.

CHAPTER13

JEMIMA

I’m wrapped in steel bands floating on a cloud of bliss and feeling safer and more secure than I’ve ever felt in my life when persistent bells start ringing in my ears.

My brow furrows, and I growl, not wanting to leave this delicious place. It smells like my soap and my shampoo and sweat and sex.

But those damn bells won’t stop going, and I groan, opening my eyes. “It’s too early!”

“What’s happening?” Raif’s deep voice rumbles at my side, and a thrill of bliss shoots through my core.

It’s followed quickly by panic.

“Shit! What time is it?” I toss the blankets aside and fly out of the bed. “I’ve got to get Nikki!”

He sits up, rubbing one eye with the heel of his hand, and I stop moving. My shoulders drop, and I exhale an audible sigh at the sight of him. He’s completely nude, all muscle and tattoos and messy hair, his erection tenting my sheets, and he’s as hot this morning in the bright sunlight as he was last night in the near-darkness.

“What’s wrong?” His hand drops to his lap, and I can’t resist.

I walk over to where he’s sitting, and I cup his cheeks in my hands and kiss him. Warm hands cover my waist, and he starts to pull me to him. His morning wood is impressive, and I want to ride it so much.

With another groan, I catch his wrists, pushing out of his grasp. “I’ve got to get Nikki. I told Monay I’d be there first thing to pick her up this morning.”

“Okay.” He nods, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.

His sexy ass flexes as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. My eyes go to the bed, and it’s a mess. Running out of condoms didn’t stop us last night, and I’ve got to wash these sheets.

He was thoughtful enough to clean me up after every time—when he came all over my stomach, then all over my back after a hot round of doggy style, then sometime early this morning it was between my legs after I woke up with him inside me.

Chewing my lip, my cheeks are hot, and my pussy is wet and achy. I lost count of how many orgasms I had last night, and he’s right here, inside my bathroom.

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