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I go to the sub-zero fridge and pull out the ingredients to make pancakes, scrambled eggs, Canadian bacon, and fruit.

“I can help,” she says, hopping off the stool. “There’s also coffee for you in the pot.” She gestures toward the coffee bar area on the black marble countertop, then begins cutting up the melon and placing it in the bowl I’ve set out.

I watch her for a few beats, loving how she looks so comfortable standing in the middle of my kitchen, wearing my shirt and helping prepare breakfast.

There aren’t words to describe the way my heart warms over.

“Are you going to cook so we can eat or watch me all day?” she asks without looking up from the cutting board.

“Both,” I answer while pouring the eggs I’ve beaten into the frying pan.

She throws me a smile over her shoulder.

“First food, then there’s something I’m going to show you upstairs,” I promise.

CHAPTER 23

Kennedy

“Dae.” I laugh as my back hits the shower’s tiled wall. “You’re getting your shirt all wet,” I remind him.

He carried me upstairs to his monstrous bathroom and into the shower. My condo isn’t small by any means, but his shower alone is about half the size of my main bathroom.

“Take it off,” his deep voice says next to my ear. Does he wait for me to unbutton the shirt and remove it? No.

He begins tugging and pulling at the buttons of his shirt so frantically that I swear he’s going to end up ripping the damn thing. I should tell him to slow down, but his need for me heightens my desire for him.

I want him naked in front of me as badly as he wants it. Within seconds, his shirt and boxer briefs are in a soaked pile on the shower floor.

“Wait,” I say, panting while pushing against his chest. “I want to look at you.”

“Later,” he insists before crushing his lips to mine.

His kiss is demanding and insistent. I give into it because having his lips anywhere on my body feels amazing.

Eventually, I pull back, needing air, but I also want to look at him with the sunlight streaming in from the bathroom’s windows.

I drop my legs from his waist to the floor and allow my hand to run down the length of his chest. The spray of water allows my hand to glide easily. I wrap my hand around his girth. The tips of my fingers don’t even touch.

I can’t believe I’ve taken this monster inside of me. Twice. And my mouth.

Everything on Dae is like a piece of artwork.

But his erect cock is a sight all unto itself.

I don’t expect him to, but he allows me to inspect his body with my hands. I can feel his muscles full of tension as he restrains himself, allowing me to do what I want.

He sucks in air when I squeeze him and then tug at his length. Once I reach the tip of him, I use my thumb to spread his precum around.

I want to explore him more, and then I want to take him in my mouth again, but he doesn’t give me the time.

“Time’s up,” he grinds out before he picks me up by my legs and carries me to the shower’s built-in bench, out of reach of the water. He places me down on the bench but holds onto my legs, opening me up to him.

We both groan when his tip brushes against my opening. Then I remember something I should’ve insisted on last night.

“Dae, condom,” I manage to get out.

He shakes his head. “I’m clean, and so are you.”

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