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Ledger. Ledger. Ledger.

I would cry his name over and over if it meant feeling this high again. His tongue swiped against my aching cunt one more time, and I exploded. I clenched and released all over him, liquid squirting from me and onto his face. Every tense muscle in my body relaxed. I was in sheer bliss.

The orgasm rolled through my body, and my body went slack. Two hands lifted me, and he cradled me to his chest as I inhaled his deep woodsy smell. “Come on, Sunshine. Let’s go home.”

“Oh my fucking God.” Redness hit my cheeks. Ledger’s entire face was wet from my arousal.

“I…It. Oh my fucking God…”

His fingers ran across the liquid dripping from his cheeks. “If I could go out there wearing you like a fucking mask and not have my best friend look at me like I’d lost my damn mind, I would. That was fucking beautiful.” He pressed his lips to mine, and I tasted myself on his lips.

“I guess it kind of matches the stains on your shirt.” He looked down and let out a deep chuckle.

“Mine,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the shell of my ear and nibbling slightly. “Mine.”

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We somehow snuck out of the Popov house without anyone seeing us. He’d insisted that I come upstairs, so I was sitting in a bath that he’d drawn for me in his oversized tub for two.

“It’s like this building was built for oversized sports players,” I said, kicking out my legs. Ledger had showered, then sat in his towel leaning over the bath. Droplets of water fell from his hair and plunked into the bath.

I ran my fingers through his thick, black beard as he leaned over the edge of the bathtub.

“I’m going to get you wet.” I giggled. His dimples appeared as his hands held my fingers to his face. In a softer tone, I whispered, “I like your beard.”

“It’s scruffy,” he said, pushing my fingers away.

“Eh, I still like it.” I mocked his shrug, and he laughed, splashing water toward me.

“C-can I ask you a question?” I hesitated.

“Of course, Sunshine.” Ledger tucked one of my curls back into the messy ponytail atop my head.

“When we first met, you said something about how you like…sex…to be different.”

He chuckled softly, but his tone was deeper than usual. “I tend to like things…rougher.”

My eyes widened. “Meaning?”

“You want to know?” His voice was laced with something darker.

I nodded.

“I think vanilla…bores me. It’s why I’ve never had a girlfriend except maybe my middle school girlfriend who broke my heart,” he said, clutching onto his chest like he was heartbroken.

“Ha. Ha.” He never broke eye contact with me. “Why isn’t that what we’ve done?” I asked nervously.

Yes, we’d slept together once, but it made me anxious knowing that was what he liked and hadn’t given me. He raised my chin to meet his gaze yet again.

“I…didn’t—” He sighed. “I thought since you mentioned you hadn’t really…I wanted to take things slow.” I shook my head, and a chill ran down my spine. I’d been sitting in this bath for too damn long.

“I want it with you, Ledger.”

“Come here, you’re getting cold.” He lifted me out of the tub bridal-style, and I squealed as the cold air hit my naked body. He set me on the floor while grabbing a towel to dry me off.

I was standing in his bathroom with a towel on. The cold marble flooring beneath my feet drew my attention toward the warmth emanating from his body. The city lights were on display through the large windows around us. If anyone was looking in our direction, they’d see two people dancing around some thick tension.

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