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“Let me take care of you,” she whispered. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue along the pulse of his neck.

His body tensed against her, and he came with a shout.

Her hand relaxed, but she didn’t let him go until he pulled away. She felt breathless, needful. But there would be no help for it. She’d brought this on herself.

Laughing softly, she pulled back the shower curtain and stepped out. “I guess you can rinse the front now.”

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Brick

As sluggish as he’d felt when he woke up, Brick was wide awake after his shower. His face still ached, and he still couldn’t close his fat fingers into a fist, but who the fuck cared when he could still feel Olivia’s fingers wrapped around his cock?

She changed her clothes while he shuffled to the sofa in a towel. He’d gotten jizz all over her pajamas, which he should probably feel guilty about, but he couldn’t regret what they’d just shared.

Olivia was already in a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt heading toward him before he could sit down. “Wait. I’ve got some clothes for you.” He stopped his descent into the cushions and waited while she pulled a set of clothes from her small laundry room. “Do you need help getting dressed?”

She held a pair of his jeans, boxer briefs, and a t-shirt. They were all folded neatly.

How did she…oh, yeah. He’d left them in her dryer after the storm that night.

“I can do it.” He held out his hand, but when she offered the clothes out to him, he couldn’t get a grip. They tumbled to the floor.

Immediately, she knelt and scooped them up. “Let me help you, Jonathan.”

His name on her lips melted his insides every time. He braced his hand on her shoulder and stepped into the underwear she held open at his feet. Once she got them to his knees, he pulled them the rest of the way into place with his thumbs. “I don’t care about the clothes.”

Her eyes flared as her gaze skittered across his bare chest. Thank God. She wanted him too.

He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “I want to finish what we started, but I want to do it right.” Trailing his hand down to her collarbone, he rubbed across it, and her nipples pebbled in response.

Grasping his hand as gently as she could, she pulled it toward her and kissed the pad of each finger. “We have all the time in the world. I can be patient.”

“Or.” He licked his lips. “You could let me take the edge off.” Without waiting for a response, he leaned in for a kiss.

She shivered beneath him as he licked over her bottom lip, then bit it gently.

“Let’s go back to your bed.”

Liv led him to her private space, the need he saw in her eyes during the shower glowing brighter than ever.

“I want to see you. Show me your body. Let me worship you.” She deserved so much more than a wreck like him, but this was something he could do. He could serve her like the goddess she was.

Her eyes closed as she tugged her T-shirt over her head. Her full breasts called out to be touched. If only his fucking hands would work.

“Shorts too,” he growled. “Then get on the bed.” His cock was already waking again despite the pleasure it had just spent.

Pushing them down slowly, Olivia revealed the heaven he’d only dreamt of. Fully nude, she was perfection. Freckles dotted her pale shoulders, but the rest of her skin was a sea of peaches and cream. She stepped backward toward the bed, then lay down, waiting for him to give her what she so clearly craved.

His hungry gaze locked between her legs. The thin strip of blond hair covering her mound ended at the top of her slit. Beneath, she was totally bare. Her pussy was already wet and gleaming, the moisture seeping down to the sheets below.

He couldn’t wait another second. He needed to taste her, to drive her crazy with the same pleasure she’d given him.

Climbing onto the bed, he positioned himself between her legs, his face, a fraction of an inch from the place he craved most. “So beautiful,” he murmured, his breath hot on her private flesh.

Her pussy clenched.

“So pink.” He ran his thumb up her slit. “So smooth.”

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