Page 23 of Salacious Devotion

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I’m awoken to the feel of lips on my neck, and I know that’s not reasonable, so I refuse to open my eyes. I’m obviously still dreaming, and it’s so real. In my dream, I’m back in my apartment where life was perfect. My amazing boyfriend must have slept over. I can smell him. His scent fills the room and surrounds me. And his mouth…

“Paige…”

I gasp, yanked all the way awake. I sit up so fast that my elbow makes contact with something hard. And then there’s a groan. I twist to see what or who is in my bed. All the blood leaves my face as I find myself face-to-face with Dane.

Memories of last night flood back, and then I realize I’ve elbowed him in the jaw. He’s rubbing it. “Holy fuck.” I reach out a hand and touch him to prove to myself that he’s real.

He stops stroking his jaw to take my hand. “Yeah, I thought the same thing when I woke up about an hour ago and realized it was true. You did come to Edge last night. It really happened. You’re in my apartment on the third floor.”

I start crying as I shove him onto his back and climb on top of him, straddling him. I grab his shoulders and lean forward. I’m sobbing. He’s really here. I’m really here. It wasn’t a dream.

He sets his hands on my back and rubs them up and down. “Baby, it’s okay.”

I can’t stop crying, though. I’m going to cry all the time. Every day. Ten times a day.

He pulls me down so my chest collides with his, angling my head into his shoulder. It’s a wonder I can bend like this. My knees are on either side of his hips.

And his cock is hard against my pussy.

Dane threads his fingers in my messy bun. “It’s okay to cry, baby.”

Good thing because it takes me a few minutes to suck back the sobs to a sniffle. I rise to sitting and stare at him. “You’re bigger,” I whisper. “You must work out all the time.”

“What else was I supposed to do for the last three years?”

I lift my hands to wipe my tears. “I don’t know, meet someone else? Get married? Move on?”

“Is that what you wanted me to do?”

I shake my head. “No. I wanted you to marry me.”

“And I will.” He smiles.

That’s absurd, of course. We don’t know each other anymore. Maybe we’re not the same people we were three years ago. I’m certainly more jaded, and I jump at every noise. I have nightmares. I don’t know myself as Paige.

I do know that the man I loved three years ago is under me with the biggest hard-on I’ve ever felt. He’s wearing only his boxer briefs. I’m wearing one of his T-shirts. My pussy is rocking against the cotton of his briefs.

I also know I’m not wasting another moment without him inside me. I yank my shirt over my head and then grab the elastic at his waist before scooting down his body, pulling his underwear with me as I go.

Dane is breathing heavily as I climb back up to straddle him. I’m pretty sure his cock is larger than it used to be. Is that possible? Do men’s cocks get bigger if they work out so much that they’re more muscular? It’s probably all in my head.

He grabs my hips, stopping me right before I lift up so I can lodge him at my entrance. “Paige…” he groans.

“What?” I set my hands on his chest.

“Baby, are you sure?”

“Can you think of a single reason in the history of reasons why we shouldn’t fuck?”

“Yeah.” His eyes are dancing, and he’s fighting a smile. His reason is going to be goofy.

I roll my eyes. “Fine. Tell me.”

“Because we haven’t even kissed yet. I need your lips, baby.”

I give him a slow grin and lower my mouth. The moment our lips collide, fireworks explode. All is right with the world. Like puzzle pieces jumping into place at once. Everything was scrambled, and now it’s in its rightful place.

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