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“No,” she pleads, wriggling underneath me.“Don’t be gentle.I want it very hard.”

Did I think I was beast-like earlier?Because that can’t compare with the ferocity with which I thrust into her, all too glad to give her exactly what she wants.

“Yes!”she screams, raking her nails down my back.“Like that!”

I piston into her with everything I have, and she comes all over my cock, again and again, until I lose count of her orgasms along with my mind.Finally, with a savage grunt, my own release bursts forth.

The aftermath is a bit hazy in my mind.She leaves to wash up, and I think I do the same, but then we find ourselves locked in an embrace and under the covers, at which point I fall into the deepest, sweetest sleep of my life.

Chapter20

Calliope

When I wake up, I’m wrapped around Michael like a Snuggie.As I untangle from him, he opens his eyes.

“Good morning,” he murmurs.

Not sure why I blush, but I do, and I also cover my boobs with the blanket, as though we didn’t?—

“You want to go to the bathroom first?”he asks.“Or should I?”

How is he awake enough to ponder such difficult choices?

“You go.”This way I can put on some clothes in the meanwhile.

He leaps out of the bed like he’s already had two espressos, and I enjoy watching his naked butt and thighs flexing with every step.

Once I have a minute of privacy, I dress and ponder the implications of last night—a.k.a.the best sex I’ve ever had, or BS for short.

Right before BS went down, Michael implied that despite having a rule against dating, he’d make an exception for me.Of course, it wasn’t crystal clear if that was his asking me to go steady, or stating that it’s a remote possibility.

Either way, what I also don’t know is whether I want us to date.As soon as he meets my family, he’ll realize that?—

“The bathroom is yours,” Michael says, startling me.

When I slant a gaze his way, he—unfortunately—has a robe on.

“Can you order room service?”I ask.

He nods, and I hurry into the bathroom to perform my morning routine.

When I come out, he’s dressed and just finishing a call.

“I was able to move up our flight,” he says, pocketing his phone.

I cock my head questioningly.

“I’ll feel better about dealing with the stalker on my home turf,” he explains.

Oh, shit.He fucked me so thoroughly that I completely forgot about the danger we’re in.Now that I remember, I’m not sure if I’d feel safer back home and I tell him so, reminding him that my dressing room was invaded, and maybe my apartment.

“That’s why I want you to stay with me,” he says.“I live in a private community and am surrounded by nosy neighbors.There’s no way the stalker can?—”

“Hold on.”I stare at him.“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

There’s a knock on the door.“Room service.”

Michael lets the woman in, and I see that he not only ordered food for the two of us, but also for my rats—which is the most persuasive argument he could’ve made for this crazy “move in together” idea.

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