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She finally nods and we crush our lips together again. This time with more urgent need. She sucks my tongue and I cup her breast, rubbing the peaked tip. She reciprocates by tweaking my nipple. We groan and I move up the bed before tumbling us on the pillows.

I knew we were going to end up in my bed at some point, so I stocked the top drawer of my night table with condoms. Kneeling between her thighs, I slide the drawer open and grab a packet. She props herself on her forearms and licks her lips as I suit up. I sit on my heels and take in the image in front of me.

“You’re like a siren calling me to lose myself in you.”

She chuckles. “That’s kind of cute but also a little cheesy.”

“I can’t argue with that. Thank goodness I don’t write the lyrics for our songs. I wish I had a better way with words though. I need you to understand how I feel when we’re together. I don’t know how to tell you what you do to me.”

My heart thuds against my chest cavity as I wait for her reply. When I realize it can break me, I take a sharp inhale and hold it in.

Without glancing away from me, she stretches her arms above her head, wrapping her fingers in the metal bars of the headboard. At the same time, she draws her knees up and parts her legs wide.

After licking her lower lip, she asks in a sinful whisper, “Don’t tell me. Show me instead.”

“Fuck, woman. You’ll be the death of me,” I growl, bracing my hands on each side of her and swooping to claim her mouth.

Despite her perfect rendition of a submissive, it doesn’t last after our lips connect. And I relish in the way her fingers pull at my hair and her thighs wrap around my hips.

However, I must keep things kink-free if I want to show her my true feelings. We need to slow things down a bit. Leaving her mouth, I trail kisses down her neck toward her breast.

With my mouth full of her trembling flesh, I confess, “For the first time in my life, I don’t want to fuck.” That gets me the effect I was aiming for because she drops her fingers to my shoulders and frown. I grin back at her. “I want to make love to you.”

I can almost hear the gears screeching to a stop inside her head before clanking back into action as my meaning sinks in. Her body slacks against my bed and it’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen.

Afraid my heart will burst at the seams, I bury my face in the crook of her neck as I guide my aching cock to her entrance. Her thighs hold me in a tight embrace and her wetness make it easier for me to slide in until my balls hit her ass. I settle for a moment deep inside her tightness and wait for her body to adjust to my girth.

I draw my head up to look into her eyes. “You okay?”

“Yes,” she groans as her sex quivers around my cock.

“Don’t hold back,” I ask, pulling out of her almost all the way.

She smiles and nods then closes her eyes when I push back in. I cover her lips; she opens them for me. As I pull again out of her pussy, our tongues slide together. We keep the same lazy rhythm of my thrusts.

Maria follows my movements with her hips, chasing her pleasure. Her back buckles off the mattress and she screams my name a few times as orgasm after orgasm consumes her.

“Wes!” Her last hoarse whisper ignites my release.

“Maria,” I grunt as I bury myself in her and fill the condom.

I don’t want to leave her body. Ever. Yet I pull out, kneel on the bed, and get up. The sated look on her face warms my chest as I rush to the bathroom. There, I get rid of the condom and grab a hand towel. I soak it in lukewarm water before returning to bed.

She runs her fingers in my hair as I wash her thighs and sex. Her voice sounds sleepy, and her eyelids seem heavy, when she says, “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

“Right back at you,” I reply, dropping the towel on the floor.

I climb on bed, spoon behind her, and pull the covers over us. I’m out like a light.

In the middle of the night, I wake up to strange sounds. I snap my eyes open when I recognize my stomach is growling. I chuckle when I find Maria resting her chin on my chest.

With a wink, she rasps, “I’m also starving. Think that eggplant is still good?”

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During the next week, we go out for dinner every evening and go back to my house or hers for mind-blowing sex. Life should be good, except my feet weigh a ton as I drag them to Erik’s office at MoD’s headquarters.

I plop myself on the couch and glance around to see who’s late for the meeting. Kim called this one yesterday to sort out the last details before our new tour kicks off. Logan, Nick, Erik and Kim stare at me and I realize I’m the last one in.

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