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“What?” Lathan asked and braced himself on his elbows.

“I ripped the condom. Do you have more?” I asked.

Lathan shook his head. “No. And that one has been in there for a while.”

“Great.” I sighed. “I didn’t bring any either. I wasn’t expecting…” I trailed off as I waved at the two of us. Lathan gulped, his eyes dropping to the ripped latex and then back at me.

“We could go without. We’re both clean and since we’re exclusive…”

I gulped. My hands shook, and I dropped the destroyed condom onto the bed. “Are you sure?” I asked.

“I’m sure. I trust you.” His blue gaze held mine, and I couldn’t deny the conviction present.

We came together in a blur of body parts as we resumed our frantic making out. I debated having him roll over to keep that final separation between him and my heart, but I was so tired of denying myself what I wanted. So, despite knowing it was a bad idea, I plunged inside him while staring deep into his eyes.

There were no words to describe the intense pleasure that wrapped around me. A slick heat greeted me as I bottomed out, and I had to hold my breath to stop myself from exploding.

“Dear God,” Lathan moaned.

“So good, baby. You’re so tight. I can barely move.”

“I need you to. Please, Mills. Move.”

Taking a deep breath, I pulled back and lunged forward. Our bodies rocked together as we found a rhythm. Our skin slapped together, and pleasure coursed through every pore. Nothing had ever felt this good, and no one else ever would. This was us.

“Touch yourself,” I ordered. My balls were drawn up tight, and it wouldn’t take long before I blew.

“Don’t need to.”

I pegged his prostate one more time and watched as Lathan came untouched. His cum covered his belly, and his hole clenched around me as his orgasm took over. That was all it took, and I was coming. My cum spurted out in thick ropes, and I’d never forget the feeling of filling him up. It was intoxicating.

Our bodies twitched as we came down, and our breaths mingled between us as we stared at one another. That hadn’t just been sex; that had been so much more, but I wasn’t sure if he knew that.

“I’m going to move,” I whispered, and he nodded. Slowly, I withdrew and instantly missed the feel of him around me. But the sight of my cum dripping from him was a nice consolation prize. “That’s hot,” I breathed.

“Is it weird I don’t want it to escape?” Lathan asked.

“No,” I answered immediately.

He smiled and then frowned. “Unfortunately, not practical. And a bit messy.”

“I got you.” I snagged the washcloth from the ice pack, cleaned him up, and stared awkwardly at him. He’d asked me to stay, but was that only for sex? Should I go now?

“Quit overthinking it. Let’s shower and then sleep. We both need it.”

Not one to argue the facts, I followed him into the shower and tried to stop my heart from picturing all the lovey-dovey things my brain was formulating.

Stop it. Lathan Silver was not my boyfriend. Not now, not ever. And I had to be okay with that.

CHAPTER22

LATHAN

I usedto believe that waking up with someone else in my bed would be my worst nightmare. Mostly because I liked my space and didn’t want to be touched; a person in my bed would interfere with both. But waking up to Miller was becoming my favorite thing.

It had nothing to do with the wake-up blow job, frotting, or sex, either. Mostly.

I liked having him near. Knowing that he was safe and warm next to me. I could touch him whenever I wanted and be touched in return. It was a comfort I hadn’t known I needed.

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