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And then... he pulled out one more time and then said, “Take a deep breath.”

I did so, and then he said, “Let it out.”

And as I exhaled, he pushed all the way in.

And then he froze.

I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head for a brief second, then they were back staring into mine as he whispered, “Okay?”

I nodded, “Okay.”

He grinned, then he pulled out and pushed back in, slow, delicious.

He lifted one of my legs, wrapped it around his shoulder, pulled out, and then drove back in.

He hit a spot inside of me that caused my back to bow off the bed.

“Fuck. Dreamed of this. Imagined this. But nothing. Fucking nothing could ever prepare me for the actual feel of this.”

I breathed heavily, whispering, “Is that good?”

He winked, “So good that I may never leave your pussy.”

And then, he thrust back in so hard, I moaned, “Again. Just like that.”

To which he did. Over. And over. And over.

And then I felt my spine start to tingle, my body heated, his hand moved from the top of my thigh to my clit, and with one brush of it, I had to fight to keep my eyes open.

Another roll of his finger over my clit, and he whispered, “Give it to me, Chloe. Fuck. Please. I can’t hold off any longer.”

At his words, I came. And when I did, he pulled out, then slammed back in, and he, too, came.

Our breaths were mingled together, his lips were coming down to mine, and my head was lifting to meet his.

He rolled to his side, still keeping his cock buried inside of me, one of his arms went under my head, and his heavy leg was thrown over mine.

And that was how I fell asleep moments later.

His weight was on top of me, his cock still buried inside of me.

And I had the best sleep of my life.

There were so many moments I treasured with Asher.

But none of them, freaking none of them, compared to waking up in his arms, his beard skimming my bare shoulder while he whispered, “Good Morning, Doll baby.”

Chapter 17

Chloe

My head was thrown back, laughing.

Asher’s face had been priceless.

See, he hates tomatoes. Loathes them, to be exact.

Sometimes, he even gets green in the face if he sees anyone pick a tomato slice up and eat it.

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