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“None that matter.” He mock bites that finger. “You like the cleft, don’t you?”

“Umm hmm. It’s so sexy. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you.”

He runs his hands over my lower back and ass, giving me chills. “My friends always make fun of it. Since I was a kid.”

“They’re jealous. I promise you, women love it.”

I reach my head up and lick through it. “Yum. I can taste me on it.”

I feel him harden under me.

I giggle into his chest. “Only book boyfriends have three-minute turnaround times. There’s no way you can go again this quickly.”

He wiggles so I can feel just how hard he is. “Why don’t you sit on it and find out? I’ve been trained to be a book boyfriend by the best in the business.”

I smile as I lift my body onto his and then place his tip at my entrance. My safe sex talk is already forgotten. I’ll make him put a condom on in a minute. I just want to feel this again for a little bit. Nothing has ever felt better.

Slowly sinking down on him, I moan in delight.

He teases my nipples, but his eyes are focused on where our bodies are joined. “What does the piercing feel like for you?” He smirks. “Use descriptive words. You know…for research.”

My eyelids flutter. “Like the stairway to heaven. Like I can’t believe I went nearly thirty years without it. Like you’re ruining me for all other men.”

He lifts an eyebrow. “There will be no other men. Ever.”

I bring my body up and then slide back down on him. “One day at a time, Romeo. One day at a time.”

Chapter

Eight

TREY

I wakein the morning to Gemma in my arms. I never want to wake up without her again, but I’ve come on very strong. Toning it down a drop might be a good idea. I don’t want to completely freak her out…more than I already have.

I pull her close and pepper kisses all over her bare back. She coos, “Hmm. I could get used to this.”

I run my hand down her body and over her hips and legs, enjoying her sexy curves. “Me too. You have a gorgeous body. I’m obsessed with it.”

My mind flashes to the way she felt when we went at it several times throughout the night. I’m insatiable for her. The only thing standing in our way now is the truth about who I am. I need to figure out a way to tell her, but she went into a whole thing last night about being lied to. I’m nervous, though I suppose it’s now or never.

I’m about to break down the final barrier between us when her cell phone begins ringing. She sleepily reaches over and mindlessly accepts the call. I hear an older woman’s voice. “Gemma Morgan,I can’t see your pretty face.”

Gemma pops up, the sheet falling to her waist, exposing her gorgeous tits. “Shit.”

I ask, “Who’s that?”

She covers my mouth with her hand but it’s too late.

The voice on the phone asks, “Gemma, is that a man I hear? Let me see his face. Let me see both your faces.”

Gemma falls back and lets out a breath. After pulling the blanket up to make sure our naked bodies are covered, she turns the phone until a much older woman comes into view. “Good morning, Grammy Jane. This is Trey. Trey, this is Grammy Jane, my grandmother.”

She smiles at me, and I do the same to her. “Gemma has your beautiful eyes, Grammy Jane. Can I call you that?”

“You can call me anything you want, sugar lips. Are you responsible for that big smile on Gemma’s face?”

I can’t help but grin. “I sure hope so.”

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