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My favorite part was watching him though. After I finished shaking and crying out, his pace grew more frenzied. He swore a loud string of filthy words, threw his head back and came while I watched him with fascination, memorizing every inch of his face and body.

This wasn’t just sex. I’d had sex before, frenetic backseat teenage sex that always left me scratching my head and wondering what the hell the big deal was. It was different with Curtis, a connection so strong and so complete that I couldn’t imagine experiencing the same thing with anyone else on earth.

Afterwards, when he was still catching his breath, he made the effort to find a blanket and covered me with it carefully before planting a kiss on my forehead.

“That was so perfect,” I said softly.

He propped himself up on one elbow and grinned at me. “That was just round one, baby.” His other hand casually roamed under the blanket and stroked my skin. “You can expect things are gonna get a whole lot more creative now.”

I pushed the blanket down and guided his hand between my legs. “You promise?”

He looked mildly startled. And amazed. “Damn, you really are my dream girl, Cassie. You have no idea.”

I leaned over and kissed him. “I like being yours, Curtis.”

“I’m glad.” He collected me in his arms and held me tight. “Because I have no intention of letting you go.”

We did fall asleep for a little while. But only for a little awhile. After all, Curtis had made a lot of dirty promises. By daylight he’d fulfilled every single one.

And he was right. I fucking loved every minute of it.

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