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He’s hard again. I can feel him against my pussy. He moves his mouth to the other side and pays it the same attention, his tongue flicking back and forth as I glance down and watch his mouth move in expert motion. He’s so good at this.

Every move goes straight to my clit.

“Need to be in you when you come,” he grunts. His voice has deepened to a spine tingling octave, and it sends my senses into overload.

“You’re ready again?” I marvel at his stamina, wasting no time in pushing my sweats down and maneuvering them past my legs as I kick them off. I slide back over his muscular body, holding his dick at the base as I lift my hips, his mouth reaching for my nips again as I sink straight down onto him. We both cry out and the fullness I feel right now is enough for me to be satisfied for the rest of my life. “Ohh, babe.”

“Yeah, you like that,Shorty?”

“I don’t just like it, I love it.”

His hands grip my hips and he holds me in place as he looks up at me with heat and lust. He looks at me like I mean something to him, like all his words from earlier collide into one hot, awe inspiring look. “I love it too. I love being like this with you.”

“Even stranded and potentially snowed under down here with me?”

“Especially then.”

Warmth pools in my chest, and I forget all about being locked down here with the possibility we may be stranded a while. I just want to enjoy the moment and worry about the rest later.

I slide up his length as he keeps his hands on my hips and I glide back down again, guiding me with a firm grip, his fingers searing into my skin. When he leans forward and grabs both breasts, feeding them to his mouth, I groan out loud, tipping my head back.

“Right there,” I pant as his shaft rubs against my already throbbing bud, and I feel my release building quicker than ever before. He just has the knack of touching me the right way and at the right pace. A few more tilted bounces on my part, with a lick over my nipples on his, and I’m there, ready to explode. “Oh, Cole… ohhhh.” I squeeze my eyes closed as I let the ripple effect take over. My release sets free, and I enjoy every single sensation running through my veins as I grind down. And it’s like a sweet nectar overtaking my body and all of my senses, maybe even a piece of my soul. “You’re perfect,” I whisper as I ride out the wave, which goes on forever, and I know he’s close from the way his breathing changes.

“And so are you,” he whispers back, spilling inside me, gently biting down on my neck, rumbling the most beautiful noise which I feel all the way down to my toes.

CHAPTER 20

COLE

My girl stirsin my arms from under the throw blanket I draped across us. Cuddling has never felt so goddamn perfect. It’s so quiet down here and we have no idea what’s going on outside, but I know I need to get her up to bed so we can get some rest and head out first thing tomorrow to get supplies.

“You okay?” I ask huskily, as she wipes her eyes with the backs of her hands and tilts her head to check on Fudge; he’s in the same spot next to us on the couch.

“I’m good,” she says sleepily.

I grin. “I gotta see if I can find some tools.” I kiss the top of her head. “Not that I mind about being trapped down here with you, but we may need to eat at some stage.”

She laughs quietly in the stillness surrounding us as I pad over toward the back cupboard to fish around. Somewhere between our sexy romp the power went out.

“You got a torch?” I should’ve looked for it before now, but we were kinda distracted.

“Uh, yeah, there’s an old tool box next to the washing machine.”

I rummage around in the dark, then I find it. Luckily, it comes on andI shine the light in the back of the cupboard. First, I see some gardening tools and an old hammer. Behind that, I see a wrench. It’s small and looks kind of old, but it might just do the trick. “Found something,” I announce.

“It must be bad if the power’s out.” She sounds worried.

“It’ll be okay,” I reassure her. “The power usually goes out when a storm is bad.”

“Have you done this before?” she asks.

“I’m not exactly known around here for breaking and entering,” I joke, giving her a devilish grin as she appears beside me. Fudge finally stirs, shaking himself out and having a stretch at our feet.

“I guess not.”

I nip her chin. “Come hold the torch for me.” We mount the stairs and spend a few minutes wiggling the wrench and fiddling with the lock until I finally hear the much anticipated click. My hand grabs the handle and I turn the knob to open it. I even surprise myself with how quick that was.

“Yay!” Ainsley gives me a little clap, and I laugh again.

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