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“Youlike that?” he breathes against my skin and repeats it.

“Ireally like it.God,Graham,I’mso fucking close already.”I’ma garbled mess when his hand drops between us and he taps my swollen clit.

“Iknow you are.Canfeel it with the way you’re clamping down on my cock.Thisbeautiful fucking body was made to bring me pleasure.Iwant to feel yours as you come aroundme,” he grits out and works my clit faster.“Comewith me, baby.Iwant you there right with me.”

I’msprinting toward my orgasm in record time.Hismovements become frenzied, kisses turn sloppy, and gaze darkens.

“Ah, so close.Soclose.Ineed you there, honey.Letme hear you.Feelyou.”Thedeepness of his voice, the feel of him, and what this all means take me to where he wants me.

Andwe fall so devastatingly beautiful together.

We’reintertwined in euphoria as a powerful orgasm slams into me and he pulses inside of me.Despitefeeling likeI’mfloating away into space, we ground each other as our tongues stroke and tangle, until the pleasure ebbs away, leaving us breathless and spent.

Minuteslater, we’re still kissing and caressing one another.Almostlike we’re too afraid to pull away and for this to end.

It’shim who breaks the connection, but his glazed eyes let me know he felt it too.

Histhumb strokes down the column of my throat. “Areyou okay?”

“I’m…Wow.You’rea dangerous man,GrahamSadler.”Isigh.

“Howso?” he asks, followed by a low groan as he pulls out, removes the condom, and throws it in the trash under the desk.

“You’resweet, mindful, and considerate; yet you fuck a girl like that.Tenout of ten.Bravo.”

Ifeel the smirk on his lips as he kisses me stupid and palms my ass. “Itwasn’t too much?”

“Nope.Butjust to be safe,Ithink we should do it again.”

Witha squeak, he hauls me into his arms and carries me down the hallway.Webypass my room, and his steps don’t falter as he walks us into his and lays me down on the bed to test the theory all night long.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

graham

I’vewaited so long

Themissing half to my whole

Twohearts now as one

Twohundred andtwenty-seven daysI’vebeen charmed by the woman sitting across from me.

Butin the last twenty-four hours we’ve had a spell cast over us.Bothovercome with a voracious need that can’t quite be satisfied and kept us up until the break of dawn.

Therewasn’t an inch of skin we left untouched; exploring with our hands, lips, and tongues.

Thismorning,Iwas convinced it was all a dream and that my mind was playing tricks on me.Thatwas untilIfound her curled up into my side, with an arm slung over my waist, hair splayed out across my chest, and snoring softly.

Iwas half tempted to hold her captive in my bed, but today wasSunday, the busiest day of the week at the bakery.Iwalked her to work withCurlyin tow and without overthinking it, kissed her goodbye until she was grinning maniacally andblushing beautifully.Remindingme of the rosy hue of her skin asIlost myself in her last night.Overand over.

Ifit was a dream, sleep would quickly become my next favorite thing.Rightafter her.

Theday dragged, however, the second she stepped foot in the apartment,Iasked her if she wanted to join me for dinner.Whichis where we find ourselves now.

I’vebeen so busy admiring her in the dim lighting ofOurPlace, that my dinner has gone cold.Seeingher in my family’s restaurant, a place whereIgrew up and made so many memories, is something special.Iwatch as she swipes up the last drops of broth from her steamed clams with a chunk of sourdough.Hertongue peeks out, fingers lingering on the pillowy lipsIcan’t wait to kiss again.

Shemakes a show of licking her fingers clean, eyes on me the entire time.IfIhadn’t been hard for most of the evening, this would do the trick.

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