Page 37 of Midnight Dissonance

And just when she thought she couldn’t possibly come again, she found herself wrapped around his body, meeting him thrust for thrust while another orgasm clawed its way through her.

Josh came, his hot semen filling her pussy, adding a secondary round of spasms.

Against her neck, Josh muttered. “See? You’re mine.”

Lexi’s stomach took that moment to growl.

She felt him smile against her neck. “I guess I should feed you if I plan to keep fucking you.”

Too replete to put up a fight, she murmured, “Wouldn’t hurt.”

With a sigh, he withdrew and rose, holding his hand out. “Come on. Let’s go hunt up some grub.”

Unable to fight him when he was being charming, she let him help her out of bed and lead her into the kitchen.

It was more like he was leading her into temptation, given neither of them were dressed. But even if this relationship crashed and burned at the end of this weekend, she was going to enjoy it for what it was and try not to look down the road too far.

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Fuck, he liked her.

She was different than he originally thought. There were layers she hid behind. And he wanted to peel each one back until he saw every part of her.

“What are you in the mood for? My maid stocked up, so we’ve got a bit of everything.”

“If we’re going to keep this pace up, we need protein and carbs. And can you cook?”

“I’m passable,” he admitted with a slight grimace. That was one of the perks of living downtown. There were restaurants everywhere to choose from.

“Why don’t you make some coffee, and I’ll get the rest.”

“But isn’t making coffee kind of your specialty?” he teased.

She glanced at his rather basic coffeemaker. “A chimp could make coffee with that. If you want me to make coffee, you need a better machine.”

“Done. I’ll pick one up this week. Or better yet, tell me which one to buy, and I’ll order it.” He would do whatever it took to please her and get her so addicted to being with him she would never want to leave him.

“Just like that.”

“Aye.”

“Do you have an apron?” She poked her head into the pantry.

“No. Why?”

“Then I need a shirt to protect my skin from splatters,” she said, pulling ingredients and laying them on the kitchen island.

“I’ll go grab you something. You keep doing what you’re doing.” He left her in the kitchen, taking the stairs two at a time.

And he grabbed a pair of boxers for himself and one of his shirts for her. But he made a mental note to buy her a kitchen apron. The thought of Lexi in nothing but an apron while she cooked had him fighting a semi. He pressed his hand against his randy dick.

One taste of her and his cock was addicted. And it wasn’t the only one. He wanted her every which way. He wanted to take her on every surface in his house. And before the night was through, he was going to take that ass of hers.

He jogged back downstairs. The scent of brewing coffee wafted in the air.

“I could have gotten the coffee going,” he said as he entered the kitchen.

He helped her into his shirt, slipping it over her head and kissing her, because he couldn’t seem to go more than a few minutes without touching her in some fashion.

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