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His fingers find their way under my shirt, trailing a path up my back that leaves me shivering. But just as quickly as his touch ignited a fire within me, he pulls away. He rests his forehead against mine, both of us panting slightly from the intensity of the kiss. “Fuck, Kiesha,” he breathes out. “I’ve missed you.”

“Then why don’t you take me to bed and show me how much?”

I go to my feet, and Jimmy leads me down the short hallway to his bedroom. The second we enter the room, he’s yanking my shirt over my head. He stops and takes in the sight of my naked breasts. His mouth practically watering.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming and you’re really here.”

“I’m here. I’m not going to disappear again.”

“Never thought this day would come. I mourned the loss of you. Feels like a dream come true. I won’t fuck this up. I swear.”

“Good.”

His hands are on me and his tongue is in my mouth as I undo the button of his jeans, eager to be with him.

Chapter Twenty-five

“Fuck, Kiesha.” I gaze at my gorgeous woman laying in my bed and know that every second of hell I lived without her was worth it for this reunion.

I’d like to say I’d take it all back. Every fuck up. Every lie. Every wrong decision. But I can’t. All the good, bad, and ugly have shaped us into who we are today. I’m only human. Only a man who made mistakes that taught me a valuable lesson.

I won’t repeat the past.

I’m ready to move forward. Kiesha doesn’t know it yet, but her home is here with me. I’m not letting her go. Not now. Not ever, now that I have her forgiveness and, more importantly, her trust.

Her tortuous lips skim along my neck as she kisses her way down my body, eager to show me that she’s mine. All mine.Wrapping a fist around my cock, she begins to stroke, but I was hard the second I laid eyes on her in the parking lot.

Life couldn’t get much better than this. As if to remind me it certainly can, she puts her hot little mouth on me, taking my length between her lips to fuck me with her mouth.

I sink my fingers into her silky hair, biting my lip to suppress a moan.

“Right there.” I watch as she takes me further in her mouth. “You take my dick like a good little slut.” I pull slightly on her hair, encouraging her to keep sucking. Kiesha finds her rhythm, alternating between sucking, licking, and stroking me until I nearly blow. “My turn,” I growl.

My dirty girl pops me from her mouth and crawls up and over to sit on my face so I can devour her tasty cunt. Gripping her thighs, I punch my tongue in her sweet honey hole, tasting exactly how much she loves me and my cock. She grinds down on my face, her juices coating my face as she gets off.

She slides back down my body, taking every inch of my cock in her pulsating pussy to ride me. I slap her ass and pull her hair, bite her skin, claiming every piece of her.

We took a hard road full of curves to get here, but damn if the reward isn’t sweet.

“I’m almost there,” she whimpers, bearing down on me.

“Come for me, baby,” I command through gritted teeth, my own release teetering on the edge.

She climaxes with a shuddering moan, her nails digging into my chest as she rides out her high. The tight clench of her around me pushes me over the edge, and I find my release in a rush, my body tensing as ecstasy overtakes me.

Breathless, we collapse together on the bed. Her sweat-slicked body is pressed against mine as our hearts race in unison. Her fingers trace lazy lines over the ink on my chest as she lays her head on my shoulder.

“I missed this,” she whispers so quietly I barely catch it.

“Me too,” I reply and hug her tighter to me. Having her here in my arms where she belongs, I know that every moment apart, every missed phone call and unopened text all seems worth it. “Is it too soon to ask you to stay here with me? Don’t move in at your mom’s. Be with me, Kiesha.”

She lifts her head. “You’re serious?”

“This is where you belong.”

“Just promise me one thing?”

“Anything.” I stroke a finger down her cheek.

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