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With my final permission, or command, Aiden combusts, his warm release filling me so fast and so hard my body can’t contain it, and he spills over my balls and down my thighs. The mental image of that tips me over, and I join him, ropes of cum painting his smooth, beautiful chest as I quiver around the length buried deep inside me.

The aftershocks are immediate and intense, rolling through us for what feels like minutes even though it’s probably seconds. Regardless, our sated bodies are too tired to move other than Aiden’s valiant attempt to shift us lengthwise so we can stretch our cramping limbs without having to separate.

“Can you feel my heart trying to beat out of my chest?” he asks, just like he did that first time.

“Can you feel mine?”

“It feels like they’re in sync.” I hear the smile in his voice and grin myself.

“It does.”

“Are they really, or am I just being sappy?”

I pick my head off his chest long enough to give him a sweet, gentle kiss. “I think they really are, Leanbh. Just like everything else about us.”

After a quick shower and an overcooked dinner, my handsome man falls asleep in my arms, right where I want him to be, always. This time, he’s still in my bed the next morning. With my cock in his mouth.

Chapter twenty-two

Aiden

“Is this what I missed out on when you snuck out of my room?” Kier rasps when he finally wakes up.

I pull off his dick with a pop that echoes around the room. “Hard to say. I probably would’ve wanted to do it but been too nervous.” I dive back in.

“You always wake up horny?”

I shake my head while sucking.

“You planning to fuck me? You better get to it if you are.”

I shake my head again.

“You want me to stop talking?”

I bob my head.

It only takes another minute—I’ve been blowing him for several already so I could wake him up in the best possible way—and he’s shooting down my throat. When he’s spent I crawl up his body, give myself a few vigorous pumps, and spill all over his chest.

Who knew giving blow jobs could be such a turn on.

“Be right back.” I hop off the bed to grab a washcloth and clean him up, letting the damp towel fall to the floor as I spread out on top of him like an Aiden blanket. “Good morning.” I give him a tiny peck on the lips.

“Yes, it is.”

“I was hoping you’d like my alarm.”

“That’s not what makes this a good morning. It didn’t hurt,” he rushes to add. “Just you being here is all I want.”

He already said he loves me and he’s still saying shit that makes me swoon.

“What should we do today?” I waggle my eyebrows.

“Get dressed.” He pats me on the butt, though instead of nudging me off him he lets his hand linger there.

“Really?” I wrinkle my nose. “I didn’t bring any clothes.”

“You’re here for the weekend and didn’t bring any clothes?” Kier lifts his brows as he looks down his nose at me, not in a reprimand, though it does feel a little like he’s not sure what to make of me right now.

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