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I didn’t have nearly enough time to enjoy it before he released my mouth from his, but he didn’t move back. Instead, he rested his forehead against mine and lowered his eyes.

“Fuck, I feel like I have waited my whole life for you to pull your head out of your ass.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “You’re way more patient than I am.”

He chuckled and kissed my forehead before letting go and sitting back down. “I have to be. Imagine if we both had the patience of a hungry toddler who missed their nap time?”

The perfect imagery came to my mind and I laughed out loud. “That would never work.”

“No it would not. Now finish your ice cream because we have things to discuss and I need to have you alone and naked to discuss them.”

“Discuss with words?” I squirmed in my seat because I already knew the answer.

“There will be moaning, maybe some whimpering. Hopefully a scream or two. But if you’re able to string words together during this particular discussion then I will have failed at my mission.”

My mouth went dry. “What if I don’t want to finish my ice cream?”

“I’m good with that.”

He didn’t give me a chance to change my mind before he was taking the cone from my hand. Putting the ice cream upside down on top of his own, he reached for my hand and tugged me out of my seat. We all but ran back to the tunnels where we could take a golf cart to his place. It was more private than mine and bigger and I loved being in his space.

We barely had the door closed behind us before he was tearing the clothes from my body.

CHAPTER SIX

LUNA

Iwoke up tangled in sheets and Drake. My body ached in the most delicious ways and just thinking about the night before had me craving him again. I moved my hand against his bare chest, tracing the tattoo on his muscled pec with my finger.

Goosebumps rose on his flesh as I trailed my hand down to his hardening cock. I wanted him again. Needed him again.

Disentangling myself, I moved the sheets out of the way enough to get to what I wanted. I threw my leg over him and straddled his waist.

Drake kept his eyes closed but I could tell by his sleepy smile that he was awake. “Naughty girl. Taking what she wants instead of asking nicely.”

I hadn’t even thought about that and froze for a second hovering just over his cock. There had been very few nights where we’d actually woken up together and if we had, we were usually throwing clothes on to get to work. Okay, it was me. I was usually throwing clothes on to leave. I had used work asan excuse to hightail it out of there because mornings together somehow felt too intimate. Too… couple-y.

Drake opened one eye to look at me quizzically. “Well, don't stop now. In for a penny, in for a pound.”

He lifted his pelvis off the bed, effectively pushing himself inside of me, my wet pussy offering zero resistance.

“If you do a really good job, maybe I won’t redden your ass before breakfast.” He smiled lazily.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s the worst threat you can think of? Damn, Drake. You’re losing it.”

I ground against him, my eyes rolling back in my head when his cockhead hitthat spot.

“It’s early and I haven’t had coffee, but if you want me to get sadistic, I could. Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he warned.

As much as I wanted to sass more, the impending climax was my priority so I went to work, riding his cock, savoring the way he filled me, pushing us both closer to our impending orgasms.

I thrust back and forth, running my hands across his chest, tangling my fingers in the mass of hair in its center. Drake’s eyes were all the way open now, his smile a cross somewhere between lazy and devilish. He grabbed my face and pulled me down, until I was close enough that he could press his lips against mine, and as always, the way he kissed me took my breath away. My core tightened. Waves of red-hot lust flowed through me, heating my body from the inside out. My eyes bulged in their sockets. I had not planned on coming this quickly, but there was now no way to stop it. All just from a kiss?

“Drake,” I moaned. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!”

He dropped his hands from my face and threaded them tightly through my hair. “Come,” he commanded. “Come, babygirl. Come for me. Now.”

The simple and confident way he commanded it, as if he could control even my orgasms was the hottest thing I’d everexperienced and my body rushed to obey as I screamed out my release.

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