Page 169 of Solanum

"Much."

"What if I get off and I want to cuddle you?"

"It's early there. Use Maggie as a surrogate." I laughed at the suggestion. "Don't have to tell her why."

Nora giggled through her amusement. "Good point. Anita will cuddle me tomorrow, too."

"After tonight you're going on an orgasm fast until I get back to you." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Remember?"

"Oh yeah." She gulped. "I better make this one good."

"You always do." I propped my head on my arm. "What will help you, baby?"

"Knowing you're watching is enough." She gnawed her bottom lip and the way her eyes closed then opened slowly told me she hit herself in the right places.

"That looked delicious. Do you like my mouth on you, baby?"

"Yes." Nora drew in a slow breath, her eyes shimmering with arousal. "All the time."

"Do you like when I suck your sweet little clit?" My stomach burned with excitement, but I kept myself focused on her.

"Yes." She bit down on her lip and her fingers gripped the pillow beside her face. "More."

"Always more, baby. Always luscious. Always sweet."

"Caroline." She whispered my name as her expression tightened with the solace of her release. Soft moans left her lips and she curled up immediately on her side when she let up on herself. She panted and brushed her mouth back and forth over the fabric of the sheets.

"So sweet, baby. I love making you come." I couldn't wipe the grin from my face while I watched her tumble into a subtler afterglow than usual.

"I love you, Caroline," she whispered.

"I love you, too." A smile settled itself on my face when I pulled the blanket over my shoulders.

"Remember when…" she began, letting out a heavy breath. "I called you Caro-lyn instead of Caro-line when I first met you? And you freaked out at me but only with your eyebrows."

I laughed at that. "My eyebrows?"

"I was giving a presentation and introducing everyone. I said Carolyn like four times and each time your eyebrows got darker and darker, and narrower, and closer together." She giggled into the pillow. "And when you corrected me, I said it's like the song—"

"Don't you dare sing it—"

"Sweet Caroline," she began, cracking herself up as she did, indeed, sing the infamous Neil Diamond song.

"Nora Brody, I swear to fucking hell that If I was there right now your ass would be so red—"

"Oh, oh, oh!" She busted up laughing, swatting the bed as she belted out the filler sounds that people often sang with the song.

"You're so dead." I couldn't prevent myself from cracking up. "Little Brat."

She grinned at me. "Does it annoy you because they say sweet Caroline and not sour Caroline?"

"Yes." I scowled at her.

"Good thing there are no Nora songs for you to tease me with."

"Are so. The Dubliners have a song called Nora."

"I thought you weren't Irish." She narrowed her eyes at me, and I laughed.

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