Page 143 of Dear Rosie

My jaw is starting to ache, and my tongue is tired, proving I’m out of practice, but no force in the world could make me stop now.

I press my tongue against her clit.

She’s starting to tense, digging her heels into my back. And I’m sure she’s putting too much pressure on her injured ankle.

I could pull my mouth away from her sweet little cunt to tell her to stop.

Or I could justmake her come.

I hum.

And my Little Rose explodes.

The sound that leaves her fills me with pride. And the wetness against my chin sends me over the edge.

I lever myself up and shuffle forward.

With my hand no longer holding my weight, I reach down and rub my thumb over her clit just as Rosie pushes her tits together.

“You ready for my cum?” I grunt, stroking myself.

Rosie nods, whiny sounds of pleasure filling the room around us.

“Say it,” I demand.

“I’m ready.” Her eyes flutter open. “Come on me, Nathan.”

My body obeys.

And my release splashes across her skin.

NINETY-SIX

ROSALYN

I’m still breathing heavily when Nathan pulls the blankets over me after wiping me down with a warm cloth and pulling the wedge out from under me.

I tuck the blanket under my chin as I roll so I’m facing Nathan’s side of the bed.

He climbs onto the mattress, equally naked, and matches my position.

There’s a look on his face, like he wants to say something, so I stay quiet.

“How did you go six years without sex?”

I snort, not expecting that to be his question. “It’s pretty easy, really. I just didn’t date.”

He hums. “Before that?”

“Do you really want to know about my ex-boyfriends? Because I’m telling you right now, Mr. Waller, I don’t want to know about any of your exes.”

Nathan smirks. “Mr. Waller. I think I like that.”

I roll my eyes. But I don’t hate the idea of calling him that. In the right situation.

“How long was your relationship before the half-dozen-year hiatus?” he asks.

“How do you know I had a relationship before that? It could’ve been a one-night stand.”

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