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She sucked in and began reaching for my boxers. “My turn,” she said.

“Not yet,” I insisted. “First,” I said and slid down her panties, “let me pleasure you.” I tapped her inner thigh and demanded, “Spread your legs for me, princess.”

She did as I asked and I brought my head to hover just between her thighs. “I can’t believe I’ve gone without your taste for as long as I have.” I was so ready to taste her again, my mouth was practically watering.

“Never again.” She breathed heavy. “I only want you,” she said, pushing my head down where we both wanted it to be.

Before I could lap her up, I licked my lips and said with certainty, “There’s only you.” Because that was the truth, there was only her.

And she was mine.

All mine.

Chapter Nineteen

Jenna

Someone needed topinch me because this so did not feel real. I was so deliriously happy it was insane. I mean, I could very well die right now in this moment and be totally satisfied. I laid on my back and kicked my feet, squealing internally.

“That was—“ Were there really any words for what just happened? How incredible it was? “Was half of we did even legal? It felt too naughty to me.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through the air. I loved that sound.

“Want to go again?” I asked, jumping on him so I was straddling him again. I rolled back over when he cocked a brow. “Yeah, you’re right.”

He immediately grabbed my wrist, though, and gave me an intense look. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

I raked my teeth across my bottom lip as he looked down at my wrist and began tracing my tattoo with his finger. “Now, are you going to tell me the real story behind this ink?”

I tilted my head. “I think you already know the real story.”

He shrugged. “Amuse me.”

“I’ve always loved the nickname you gave me. I got it after our the night we promised one night to each other. You were gone, I was lonely, and I wanted a reminder of you. But also it’s permanent, so something I wouldn’t regret.”

“That’s it?” he asked.

I nodded. “That’s it. I’m not always a complicated woman, Deke.” I bounced out of bed, feeling as happy as a child on Christmas morning. “Want some ice cream? I’m starved.”

“Really? You’re hungry again.” He peered over at the nightstand and chuckled.

I gasped and swatted his perfectly sculpted chest. I didn’t think I’d ever get over the fact that he was all mine, this time for good. But about that whipped cream can he was talking about—“That was just fun,” I said. “And delicious,” I added, remembering licking it off of him. Him licking it off of me. I shook my head. “All right, I’m getting out of this bed because the more I’m thinking about that whipped cream, the more I’m thinking about ice cream.”

I sauntered over naked and swiped the can. “I’m taking this with me.” I winked at him and he slapped my butt as I turned to walk away.

I looked back, my mouth hanging open. “Hey, save that for when I’m a really bad girl.”

His gaze followed my finger as I squeezed some whipped cream on my finger and licked it off slowly, mimicking the way I worked my tongue on him not long ago, then moaned.

“Come over here,” he demanded, wagging his finger for me to come back to bed.

I shook my head and kept on licking my finger, slowly, sensually.

“I’m not done with you,” he said, his voice thick, husky with need.

Again, I shook my head, enjoying how much I was torturing him. That was, until Deacon got out of bed naked himself and picked me up, carrying me by my legs over his head, my breasts bobbing against his head as he brought me back to the bed and plopped me back down.

He quickly dropped his head and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard on the bud. “Deke,” I groaned, massaging the back of his head as he paid special attention to my breasts. Finally, relenting, he backed up and flicked one of my rosy nipples with his tongue, before tapping the can with his finger. “Now, be a good girl and put it where you want me to lick,” he demanded.

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