Page 118 of Throttle

I let out a pleasurable moan and wiggle my hips. I ride him with my arms caressed around his neck. As my clit presses against his pelvis, I'm almost reaching climax.

The water sloshes around as I continue to move on him. His hands, rough yet gentle, guide my skin to the beat, and I surrender. The orgasm explodes through me, and Throttle releases too, filling me with his cum.

Yes.

I grab his hair, and he grabs mine. Connecting us closely.

After we finish, I rest my forehead on his strong shoulder as he circles around my back.

Fatigue overwhelms me and I'm certain I drift off to sleep on him. Right there in the blood-filled tub.

I open my eyes to witness the room shifting and myself being carried to a bed.

Throttle’s bed.

I lose myself in the familiar aroma and find solace in his comforting presence. I tuck myself into the front of him and he closes his body around me.

“Sleep, my rose. You’re safe.”

As darkness envelops me, those were the last words I remember.

The light seeps through the window as I wake, and Throttle greets me with a smile, leaning on his elbow.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I ask.

“I could watch you all day. All night. As long as I'm here on Earth, I never want to look away.”

My heart leaps. “You can’t make me cry so early in the morning.”

“It’s actually three in the afternoon.”

“What?!” I jump up and throw off the covers. “I can’t believe I overslept.”

“Babe. Stop. What are you doing?”

“I have to get dressed and ready for my shift tonight. And—”

“Okay. First off, you are not working. Second, lay back down with me.”

“No, I can’t miss work. I never miss work. And I have to beg my professor to let me retake my exam.” I’m panicking as I whip clothes out of the drawer.

“Already done.”

I stop talking and stare at him. “What?”

“I contacted your professor. She said you can make it up in a couple of days.”

I relax a bit and go all melty. “You’re my favorite person. You know that?” I lean over and kiss his cheek.

“And you’re mine. But don’t tell Tank I said that.” He winks and I chuckle.

“Thank you for looking out for me, but I think sticking to my routine will help distract me.”

Throttle sighs, wrapping his arms around my waist. “I respect whatever you need to do.”

And that’s why I’m in love with him.

“I appreciate you. Now, what are we eating because I’m starving?” My stomach grumbles loudly and I’m astonished I even have an appetite.

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