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“Lie back,” he orders.

Oh, his mouth is talented, and I prop myself up on my elbows, just so I can watch his dark head between my thick, pale thighs as he goes down on me. When he adds his long slim fingers to the manipulations of his forceful tongue, it doesn’ttake long before my entire body quivers and I’m no longer able to hold myself up.

I can feel myself hurdling toward the edge of release, but just before I fly apart, his mouth and fingers suddenly disappear.

“No…don’t stop,” I plead, raising my head off the table.

I catch him shucking his jeans down his narrow hips, his fierce-looking cock springing free as he fishes a condom from his pocket and rolls it on.

“Gonna hurt you if I fuck you,” he grinds out between clenched teeth. “I need you to set the pace.”

With that he pulls me up, sits back down in the chair, and slowly impales me as he lowers me on his lap. No sooner is he rooted deep inside me, when he whips off my shirt, his hands curving around my naked back as his lips latch on to one of my breasts. I feel the deep tug of his mouth all the way down to my core, prompting me to move.

I barely notice the light tugging of the stitches in my leg as I ride him. Time doesn’t exist, only the moaned mingling of our breaths, the blissful friction between our bodies, and two hearts racing in concert. It’s only after I soar off the edge, and moments later JD spills inside me, awareness slowly returns.

“Are you cold?” he asks, his voice gentle and deep.

I shiver again, not so much from a chill as it is an aftershock of pleasure.

“No. I’m perfect right where I am.”

Where I am is still nestled on his lap, surrounded by his warmth with his cock softening inside me. He kisses the hollow where my neck meets my shoulder and gently nips my skin between his teeth.

“I have to get rid of this condom, Angel.”

I sit up and smile at him.

“Angel? Me?”

He shoots back a lopsided grin.

“Yeah. But one of those fierce ones, with a shield and sword.”

I like it. I like that he sees me like that.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Janey

The smellsof coffee and something deliciously sugary greet me when I walk into the kitchen.

Like me, JD is an early riser and was already in the shower when I woke up. Now he’s standing at my stove, a big frying pan on the burner in front of him.

“Is that fry bread?” I ask, spotting the large disks of fried dough arranged on a few layers of paper towel on my counter. My mouth instantly waters.

“Ma used to make this on special occasions,” JD says, flashing a smile over his shoulder. “Hardly nutritious. Basically carbs, fat, and sugar, which is why we only got this on birthdays or holidays.”

I poke at one of the pieces and come away with a finger covered in sugar and cinnamon I quickly pop in my mouth.

“What’s the special occasion today?”

I brace myself against the kitchen counter, facing him. He leans over and drops a sweet kiss on my lips.

“I can think of a few things,” he shares, his eyes warm on my face before he returns his focus to the pan. “Simply waking up to you is cause enough for celebration, but I’m also just glad the dust is settling and we can focus on what’s happening with us.”

He says he doesn’t have a way with words, but I sure like the things he’s saying. I brush his cheek with a kiss.

“Why don’t I get us set up with some coffee,” I offer, as he lifts the final piece of dough from the pan and turns off the burner.

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