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I let out the breath I was holding. “Good. Because you’re gonna be pretty tied up here for the foreseeable future.” I nibbled on her neck. “Or handcuffed at least.”

“Mmm, am I?” Her voice had a sultry sound to it that went straight to my dick.

That was my cue. It was officially nap time. Or at least time for us to be horizontal and naked again.

I picked her back up and headed to the bedroom.

24

EMMA

I dreamed about Johnny.He was fighting someone for me–Stan, I thought. But then I called his name, and he stopped and turned around and went down on one knee in a golden field and asked me to marry him.

I woke from the blissful nap to the sensation of his hard body wrapped around mine.

“You’re awake.”

I blinked my eyes open then looked over my shoulder. I found him leaning up on one elbow, studying me. The room was dark except for moonlight streaming through the windows–how long had we slept? The whole afternoon, it seemed.

I laughed, embarrassed. “Were you watching me sleep?”

“Just marveling.”

“At what?”

“At how fucking beautiful you are.” As if on cue, his dick twitched against my ass, ready for more, even though we’d made love before our nap. He was insatiable. So was I.

“All this praise is going to go to my head.” I took his hand from my waist and pulled it up to cover my breast, giving him the green light for more sexy times.

“I want it to go to your head.” He gently eased me to my back, then rolled on top of me. “And your pussy.” He flicked his brows suggestively.

I couldn’t help but laugh or roll my hips up to meet his. “Oh, pretty much everything you do and say goes to my pussy,” I admitted. “You turn me on just by existing.”

“Dayum.” Johnny’s hips snapped, and his fully erect cock thrust in the space just below my sex. I couldn’t help the moan that slipped from my lips.

I was slick and wet for him–I hadn’t been lying about my constant turn-on. I’d had needs in the past, sure. Horny, even. This was something else. It was a… craving. I craved Johnny and the pleasure we shared.

“You’re going to make me come before I even get inside you, baby,” he growled.

I kissed his jaw, and he tipped his face down to mineand melded our mouths together. When I slid my tongue between his lips, taking the role of the aggressor for a change, he groaned. “How am I going to hold back tonight?” He glanced at the window. “The moon is full. You’re naked and beneath me. Your pussy is wet and welcoming. I’m gonna die trying not to–to go too far.”

“What do you mean,go too far? I love everything you do to me.” I undulated my hips beneath him, wanting to take him inside me. It wasn’t like we were teenagers who hadn’t had sex yet. His words didn’t make sense. Especially after I picked out some toys from that box, and we’d used them.

“I just mean… get too aggressive. Be too rough. I’m so turned on, I could pound you into oblivion.”

A wide smile spread across my face.Yes, please.“Let’s give that a try.”

Johnny’s brows popped with a matching grin. “You’re killing me.” He rolled off me. “Stay there. I’ll get a condom.”

“No. We, um, haven’t been that consistent with them.”

He smiled sheepishly at me, but also had a feral gleam in his eye. As if he didn’t care about the consequences, or he even wanted them.

“I’m on the pill, so I’m good. If you are.”

He studied me for a moment, then growled.

God, it made me feel so sexy that he wanted me somuch. That he found me so appealing he feared he’d lose control.

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