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"Me too. We should sleep," I say. "We're going to be so warm. I think it'll be okay," I say as I hold her to me.

My right arm is already feeling stiff from the weight of her body lying on me, but I don't care. I don't care what aches and pains I'll have in the morning, I'm just enjoying this moment too much. I don't want to even think about what it means, but it feels like something special. Lila came into my life for a reason and I don't think it was to be my assistant, because as much as I enjoy being around her, I can tell from the way she reacted to the Whittington case that she is not cut out for this job.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lila

My body feels extremely hot and there's something hard pushing into my hip. My eyes flutter open and I startle as I realize I'm in bed with Max Spector. And his entire body is against me.

"Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh," I whisper to myself, remembering erotic images from the previous evening.

Max Spector and I had the hottest sex of my life and I want to scream in excitement and tell the world.

I shift slightly, and that's when I realize that he's still inside of me. Are we making love and I didn't know it? I look down at his face, but he looks like he's sound asleep. Then I remember the night before and his asking me about cock warming.

Every image from the moment we’d entered my apartment crashes through my mind. I remember us teasing each other and drinking the Corona, him carrying me to the mattress and sinking to the ground, and us making love. Fuck, that had been hot. He was the best sex I'd ever had in my life. And then, he'd asked me if I'd ever heard of cock warming.

I bite down on my lower lip. I'd never heard of it before, but now that I have, I’m incredibly turned on, and the fact that he’s still inside of me is absolutely crazy.

I shift and feel him move against my inner vagina wall. Fuck, it feels good. And if I'm not mistaken, he's at least semi-hard.

Holy shit. Wait till I tell Zara and Skye what's happened. Though, I'm not sure that I should tell Skye. I don't want her thinking poorly of me.

Who am I? I think to myself.

My breasts feel tender as I shift. I need to take a shower. I still think about how he'd come on my stomach, and while I'm not normally someone that likes men to come on me, I hadn't minded. And even though I’m on birth control, it makes me feel a little bit better that he hadn't cum inside of me, just in case.

I shift again, wondering if I can get out of the bed without him noticing, but his eyes fly open. He stares at me for a couple of seconds before they brighten.

"Good morning, Lila."

"Good morning to you too, Max."

"How did you sleep?" he asks, as he brushes some tresses of hair away from my eyes.

"Pretty good, but I have a little problem."

"Oh?"

"I woke up with some morning wood inside of me." I grin and he chuckles.

"Oh, yes," he says, shifting. "Huh?" He licks his lips, then moves slightly so that he thrusts inside of me. "Oops."

"Oh my," I moan. "Fuck."

"What?"

"So this is cock warming, is it?"

"I guess so."

"You do this with every woman that you sleep with, or...?"

"In fact, I've never done it before," he says, shaking his head. "I only heard about it recently."

"From someone you were?—"

"Not from anyone I was dating or sleeping with. From someone who wishes she had been dating me."

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