Page 59 of Last Round

Mybodyachesasthough I ran a 5K, then got hit by a truck the moment I crossed the finish line. Whatever hangover I might have is outshined by the delicious throbbing and scruff burns that remain from Killian’s diligent efforts last night. There was a point where I think it was just one long, drawn-out orgasm that he kept stoking the flames of. Pushing up on my elbow, I gaze down at him. With his hair messy and features relaxed, he looks at peace.

I wonder what he’s dreaming about?My eyes trail lower, to the tented sheet.Hopefully it’s about me.

Killian stirs below me as I straddle his stomach.

“Molly?” he asks, rubbing sleep from his intoxicating blue eyes. “What are you doing?”

I lean down, gently pressing my lips to his. He wraps his arms around me as he returns the slow kiss. Breaking apart, I sit upright and remove the t-shirt he dressed me in, leaving me naked above him. “Good morning.” I smile while grinding against his firm abs.

“Definitely starting off as one.” He grips my hips.

“It appears we left things unfinished last night.” I gesture to the erection behind me.

“No, I did exactly what I promised.”

“Speaking of, you said we’d discussthingsin the morning.” I glance at the window. The sheer curtains help to diffuse the bright sun. “Unless there’s a nuclear bomb going off, it appears to be morning.”

Killian follows my line of sight. “That it does.”

“Here’s the thing, Killian. We’ve spent a lot of timetalkingthis week. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve loved every second of it. But I’m ready to get to know you inotherways.”

“Last night wasn’t enough?” He looks up at me with hooded eyes. “As I recall, you went to bed extremely satisfied.”

“I did. But I woke up with this hollow ache between my legs, one that I need you tofill.”

“Molly—”

I press a finger to his soft lips, silencing him. “I know you want this to be right, Killian, and it is. I don’t need a bed of rose petals, champagne, and Barry White. All I need is you.” Gnawing on my bottom lip, I peer down at him, praying he understands where I’m coming from.

“Once we do this, there’s no going back.”

“Really?” I raise a brow and cross my arms. “Last night you ate me out until I was comatose. And you did that thing down there.”

“Rim job?”

“Yeah, that.”Damn it, I can feel my face heating up. Last night was the first and ONLY time I’ve ever been that direct. Thank god for liquid courage. Unfortunately, those effects are diminishing quickly as I sit naked on top of him and talk about things I didn’t even realize had a term.

He combs his fingers through his messy hair. “Molly, can I ask you something? And I need you to answer honestly.”

I nod.

“Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

His body sags with relief.

“Would it be so bad if I were?” My heart squeezes at the thought of him not wanting me due to a lack of experience. I mean, of course, this is K.O. Murphy. He’s probably had sex with porn stars.

Killian shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. Just…”

“What?”

“My cock isn’t exactly…virgin-friendly.” He grins.

What does that mean—oh…

I glance behind me and I’m not sure what the sheet does to skew the dimensions. But, yeah, I get his point. It’s big, bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced, human or toy. That’s for sure. I look back at him, concern written all over his lickable face, and smile.

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