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Damn people-watchers.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you can hold off until we’re back at your apartment, I’ll do a reenactment in your shower, but this time I want it hard.”

“The water?”

My head tips back, laughter rippling through me.

“Sorry, Olly, mine’s in the gutter this time,” I tell him, gazing into his stunned eyes. “You. All you. Every which way of you.”

“All doors open, huh?”

“Every door open.” I grin wickedly.

Twenty-Nine

Oliver

“Are you sore?”

Her body is sprawled across the bed, naked and perfect in all its glory.

The bedroom is basking in sunlight and highlights the copper curls flowing down her back and against her soft skin.

I lay beside her, cocooning myself in the gray silk sheets, admiring every inch of her body and the way her arms lay beneath her, tracing each curve exposed above the sheets.

She laughs softly. “You will be the death of me.”

Gabriella will be the death of me.

Around her, I become insatiable, begging to be inside her every waking moment. We have barely left this room or apartment. But I am selfish and only have her for a week, and today marks three days left.

I gaze upon her naked form, addicted to the sight. Her skin is glistening with a sensual sweat.

It was just three hours ago you were inside her. Calm the fuck down, boy.

This woman is a masterpiece, and I’ve wracked my brain on how I can make her all mine for a lifetime.

I run my finger along her skin, watching the tiny bumps rise with my movements. She stirs with a contented smile playing on her supple lips.

“Hmm,” she murmurs, with her eyes still closed. “What time is it?”

“Time for me to fuck you again.” I kiss the top of her shoulder, then slide my hand down between her thighs.

She buries her head into the pillow, muffling her laughter. “I’ve been sore all week, but that hasn’t stopped you, you sex maniac.”

“Hey.” I slap the curve of her arse, the sound echoing in the room. “A maniac is known as a person exhibiting extremely wild or violent behavior.”

She rolls onto her front, exposing her tits, making it impossible to concentrate on anything else. They are perfection. I’ve touched every inch of them, sucked on them hard until she screamed my name. My teeth tugged on the tips of her nipples, a pleasurable pain she admitted got her off quickly.

“Um… hello, did you forget the Tuesday romp in the shower. Or perhaps the midnight express on the balcony? What about the impromptu fuck on the kitchen countertop with the use of your kitchen utensils?”

I’m unable to hide my grin, burying my head between her tits. The smell of her skin is intoxicating. My mouth moves like a magnetic force, wrapping my tongue around her nipple and causing her to moan in delight.

“Okay, fine. Maniac, whatever. Shut up. I need to fuck you now.” I don’t give her any more time to question my desire to fuck her twenty-four seven. My mouth slams onto hers, pushing her head into the pillow as I pin her down to the bed. Raising her arms above her head, I pull away to watch the desperation in her eyes.

“Olly, we need more protection,” she breathes. “I used my last diaphragm.”

“Fuck it.” I want my mouth back on hers.

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