Page 143 of Dear Rosie

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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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