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“That’s it,” I tell her, her hands now back behind her, resting on my knees as her body rolls onto me. I lift the bottle and pour a little down her chest, making her gasp. The liquor cascading down her breast and dripping from her nipple is photo worthy, and it’s only a second before I’m sucking and licking my way up her chest.

“Yes… Oh, Connor,” she moans, sounding nearly feral as her bouncing quickens.

“Fucking delicious,” I groan. The way she’s moving and the taste of her has my cock throbbing. I pour again, this time over the second breast, giving it the same attention.

“You’re making a mess,” she pants, a light laugh leaving her, but she doesn’t stop riding me like it’s her job. Her body jiggles, her breasts bouncing in my face, and I grab on to her hip with one hand, pulling her down onto me harder.

“Hmmmmmm, now it’s your turn, baby girl. Make a mess on my cock for me,” I tell her, putting the bottle down and grabbing her other hip as I start to lift her up and down on my cock, helping her reach that spot inside her that I know will have her exploding. Every time we connect, our skin slaps together, but my view is still unmatched. Her naked body is for my eyes only.

“I’m going to… come…” she whimpers, and I can tell she’s close, which is good, because so am I.

“Look at you, so perfect for me, your pretty pussy taking me so well.”

“Yes… yes…” She’s almost there, her cheeks flushed, her body still bouncing, but her movements begin tensing, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

“Made for me, baby girl. You were made just for me,” I pant out, also breathless, and then I feel her coming undone.

“Connor, Connor, Connor! Yesssssssss!” Her orgasm rips through her, and she screams and cries out, her entire body shaking, with me right behind her.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk,” I grit out as I take over fully, thrusting up and chasing my release. I feel like my mind blanks for a second. My release is so big it takes the wind right out of me, and I lean back on the sofa as Daisy falls forward, hugging her tight to my chest.

We quietly stay like that for a moment because it feels like we just achieved something really special. I’m so fucking happy right now; I didn’t even realize something like this was possible. Finding a girl who fits in with my lifestyle, someone who’s smart and challenges me. Someone who can teach me new things and completely take me by surprise while also being absolute perfection in bed. I meant what I said earlier; I feel like she was made just for me.

I swallow roughly. My feelings for Daisy are so strong, and I’m not sure what it means.

“You okay, baby girl?” I ask, because she’s still silent, and I feel her grin against my bare chest. Then, in the worst small-town country accent I’ve ever heard, she answers me.

“That’s the best damn whiskey I've ever tasted.”

We laugh together, and for the first time ever, I start thinking about shopping for a diamond. One so big that they can see it from space, because I want every fucker that comes within a ten-mile radius of where Daisy is to know she’s mine.

I just hope she feels the same.

34

DAISY

We’re showered and lying in Connor’s bed, the two of us in that post-sex haze of contentment. Still naked and cuddling, he hasn’t removed his hands from my body all night. Whether it’s a caress of my bare shoulder, a kiss peppered to my lips, or an ass grab to move me closer to him, Connor can’t stop touching me. And I don’t want him to ever stop.

I’m not sure what was different about our time together today, but something shifted. The sex was intense, as it usually is. But our connectedness is like something I’ve never known. It’s like our entire beings are aligned.

“How is that heart chakra of yours going now, baby girl?” he asks, and I smile. It’s like he read my mind.

“It’s going just fine.” My head rests on his chest, hearing his big, strong heart thud in constant rhythm under my ear. I think about him and the media chasing us today. I wonder how the other women in his life have dealt with it. My mind then wanders, thinking about if this is what he always does when he comes to the city. Have amazing sex with a woman and fall asleep cuddling.

“I can tell you’re thinking about something. Spit it out, baby girl.” His hand trails up and down my back, tickling in the most comforting way.

“Is this how all your work trips go when you come to New York?” I ask, swallowing quickly, and his hand stops mid-caress on my shoulder.

“Never,” he says adamantly.

“Never?” I ask because, apparently, I like to torture myself. I’m not sure what’s happening between us, but it feels strong, and I need to know if it feels different for him too.

“Daisy, this is new for me. I’ve never had a girlfriend. Not like this.” His fingers start up again, drawing lazy patterns on my shoulder as my body freezes.

“Girlfriend?” I ask, my breath catching. We haven’t labeled us until now, and it’s almost like I’m too shocked to believe it.

“Yeah, that’s what you are, my girlfriend. I met my girlfriend's parents today. I fixed my girlfriend's father’s gate. I’m spending time in the city withmy girlfriendthis week.”

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