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I’m panting and swearing as I’m on the edge, so close but just not there.

“You need more, Mia?” he says against my clit. “I can give you more.”

He stands up and drops his pants, pulling a condom out of nowhere. Next thing I know, his thick dick pushes into me so slowly I want to scream at him. But with his hands on my hips, he takes his time until he’s all the way in.

“Is that enough for you? You think you can come with my cock deep inside you now?” he asks then pulls out and pushes into me a bit harder this time.

He picks up speed, fucking me harder while keeping me upright with his hands on my hips. I’m begging for more, pleading for him to make me come when he sticks his thumb in my ass, and I go off. I can barely keep myself up, but I wait until I hear him come then my arms give out.

We both fall to the ground, laughing on our way down as we hit the mat.

I look over at him and witness him in hysterics, laughing without a care in the world. My heart suddenly beats off tempo, as I realize I’ve never felt more gratified in my life than watching this man break free from his own head, knowing I had something to do with it.

“I like playing Twister with you,” I smile as I watch him.

His eyes have a twinkle in them when he looks at me. “I think I like everything more when it’s with you.”

And that’s the moment I realize that I am falling in love with this man. Because no words have ever felt more right or more accurate. Everything feels better with him around, even if he’s being a grump.

Chapter Twenty

Eric

I wake up in the morning to the smell of something incredible. I move my hand around the other side of the bed but don’t feel Mia.

What is that smell?

I roll out of bed and stumble down the stairs to find Mia in nothing but one of my grey t-shirts standing in front of my stove. She has a spatula in one hand and a coffee cup in the other while she dances around to the music.

The sight of her in my clothes while dancing in my kitchen terrifies me, but only because of how much I like it.

I walk towards her and wrap my arms around her waist then nuzzle my head in her neck.

“Morning,” I whisper. “I think this is my new favorite outfit for you.” I lift it up until her cheeks come into view which makes me groan. “And no underwear. You’re killing me.”

She giggles then flips a pancake. “Not right now you animal. After we eat.”

“Then let’s hurry up and eat. This smells amazing by the way. The scent woke me up.”

“Thanks,” she smiles as she plates the last pancake. It’s pumpkin spice pancakes with a cinnamon swirl on them topped with cinnamon butter.”

“I see what you’re doing,” I cross my arms over my chest. “You want me to get fat. You’re jealous of my abs that you keep commenting on and this is your plan all along.”

She laughs. “You caught me. I’d rather be physically un-attracted to the man I’m sleeping with.”

“I’m on to you,” I say with a smile. “Seriously though, this looks and smells incredible. I feel like I should do something in return for all of this cooking you’re doing. Maybe I can,” I start, but quickly wish I can take it back.

I don’t know why I thought it would be something she would like.

“Maybe you can what?” she asks curiously.

I shrug my shoulders feeling the heat in my face. I wish I never said anything, but it’s too late. “I was going to say maybe I could make you something in my barn, but that’s stupid. You have enough money. If you wanted something you would just buy it from a professional.”

She places our plates down and wraps her arms around my neck then presses her lips to mine. She kisses me long and slow, making me savor each second of it until she pulls away.

Her hands slide to my neck, and she holds me in place while she looks up at me. “I would absolutely love you to make me something. That’s so sweet of you to offer that. Can we go out to your barn so I can look around, maybe get some ideas?”

My throat bobs as I swallow, not able to speak. I nod my head up and down. I can’t believe she actually wants me to make her something.

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