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I wanted to believe this was a dodged bullet. But even though Eli was gone, my intuition was still sounding the alarm. Except now, I didn’t know what it was trying to tell me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

SEVEN

I woke up extra early the next morning. I’d been doing that a lot lately. Maybe it was the mint green bedroom walls I now had, or maybe it was the fact that my subconscious just couldn’t get enough Jordan. Now that she’d been sharing my bed for almost a week, my sleep was deeper and I woke up readier for the day.

And hornier.

So much hornier.

Jordan’s chest rose and fell rhythmically. She slept with her hands in a prayer position beneath the side of her face, curled up in a ball. She was so cute I wanted to take a bite of her, but I’d wait until she woke up for that. I slid out of bed quietly, heading for the bathroom to take a piss and brush my teeth. When I slipped back into bed, Jordan was rousing. I pulled her into my arms, folding her into the space against my chest that seemed made just for her.

Almost nobody had ever folded against me so perfectly. Olivia was the only exception. Normally the mere thought of my late fiancée would cause a painful wrench in my chest, but right now, with Jordan in my arms, I didn’t have the energy to get lost in that pain. For whatever reason, right now, I felt good. This felt good. That was all I knew.

Jordan woke up slowly, grinning instantly as she came to, and those pretty gray-blue eyes zeroed in on me. She booped my nose, wriggled out of my grip, and scampered off to the bathroom. When she returned, the minty freshness of her breath hit me as she covered my mouth with her own, coaxing a deep kiss from me.

I chuckled as she settled on top of me, draping her body along mine. “Good morning.”

“Great morning,” she corrected, her warm, smooth skin sliding against mine. Her thigh brushed my hardening cock, already ready for whatever she wanted from me, and she purred like a kitten. “About to be the best morning, actually.”

I trailed my hands along her body. We’d opted to sleep naked last night, even though we hadn’t had sex again after her shift at the club. She’d been too sore—totally my fault and totally not unexpected.

“Are you ready for more?” I asked, expecting her to say no. But instead she nodded, brushing her lips against mine.

“As long as you go slow,” she whispered.

I teased her lips with mine, the velvety brush of her mouth sending any remaining blood in my body straight to my cock. Her hips splayed open, and my erection nudged for the sweet heat of her core.

“I can go slow,” I promised.

She gave me a sloppy tongue kiss, then pulled back, pushing her hands against my chest as she sat up. Instead of sitting on top of me again like I expected, she scooted off me, coming to my side. Her gaze scorched over my stiff cock, which jutted out at an angle.

“I want to do something first,” she said shyly, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock. My ass cheeks tightened as she tried to make her fingers touch—and failed again. “You’ve fingered me and eaten me out so many times. It’s only fair.”

I couldn’t rip my eyes from her small hand wrapped around me as she ran her fingers from base to tip. Her head dipped lower, and she looked up at me just before her lips touched my cockhead.

“Can I?” she asked.

I grunted, flexing my hips so that my cock met her lips. “Fuck yes.”

She bobbed and licked at the head, then wrapped her lips around me. Her hot mouth descended, swallowing me as far as she could…until she gagged. She pulled back, disconnecting with a pop.

“I think I only took like a third of it,” she complained.

“Best third ever.” I gathered her hair to one side, flexing my hips. “Try again.”

Jordan dipped down, wrapping her lips around me again as she sucked and licked. My balls tightened, a low groan rumbling out of me.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get hotter with Jordan, it did.

“That’s right. Just like that.” I pushed my fingers into the mess of her hair, knotting them slightly as she sucked me off. “Look at me, baby.”

Her gaze soldered onto me, sending warning spirals through my limbs. I found the line of her bottom lip wrapped around my cock. “You suck me off so good. I feel like I could come already.”

She popped off me, her lips swollen, looking stricken. “I’ll drown.”

I laughed. “Then how about we finish together a different way?” I nudged her back onto the bed, then covered her body with my own. Anxiety prickled at the edges—would my being on top, in my bed, trigger her again? Did she feel safe enough? I watched her carefully as I filled the space between her legs.

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