Page 129 of Dirty Pucker

Liquid heat gathers at my spine. Pleasure sparks through my chest a second later.

“Take me exactly how you want me,” she rasps.

My brain shortcircuits at the sound of her breathy, pleading voice. A minute later, I spill inside of her. Pleasure blasts through me, seeping through every cell of my body. I come so hard, I can’t see straight. All my muscles are on fire.

I hold myself up as best as I can so that all my weight isn’t on top of her.

I lean up and slide off the bed. I get rid of the condom in the bathroom. When I walk back into the bedroom, my heart stops beating. Ingrid’s lying there, in my jersey, in my bed.

And that’s when I know.

I want this forever. I wantherforever.

I love Ingrid so much.

I crawl into bed, the words sparking on the tip of my tongue.

When I hug her to my chest, she cuddles into me. I tuck her against me and rest my head on top of hers.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” she says.

“That’s because I’m in love with you.”

She leans back, her blue eyes wide and bright as she gazes at me.

“You’re in love with me?”

My heart is bouncing around in my chest and I can’t breathe as I wait for Ingrid to say something, anything.

A second later, she flashes the biggest smile. She grips my face in hers and she looks me in the eyes.

“I’m in love with you, too.”

I let out the breath I’ve been holding and smile. I kiss her until we’re both panting.

“You love me?” I ask, in disbelief.

She smiles against my mouth. “I love you, Del. So much.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

We spend the next few minutes kissing and cuddling.

She falls asleep, her head on my chest. I hold her close as I drift off, feeling like the luckiest man alive.

Chapter 45

Ingrid

Isit on the counter in Del’s kitchen and watch him cook eggs at his stove.

He looks over at me and flashes the sweetest, sexiest smile. My heart skids in my chest.

It’s been two days since we told each other “I love you.” All we’ve been doing is having sex and hanging out at each other’s places. I’ve never been happier.

I gaze at Del as he makes me breakfast. I still can’t believe it. This amazing man is my boyfriend. And he’s in love with me.

He turns off the burner and scoops the eggs onto a plate. He sprinkles salt and pepper onto them, grabs a fork, and then walks over to me.

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