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And kiss her even harder.

While our lips and tongues clash together—desperate, starving—I feel her fingers glide through her arousal, slipping around the base of my cock, then back up to her clit.

Flinging one of her legs around my waist, I deepen the angle and break our kiss, needing to look at her. Needing to watch her come undone under me.

Hot breaths against parted lips. Sweat glistening on her bouncing breasts. Flush crawling up her chest and neck. Wide eyes filled with lust and pleasure.

I feel so fucking alive, it hurts. The good kind of hurt. The hurt that leaves me aching for more. That has my heart beating hard in my chest, demanding this never,everends.

The urge to blurt out to Connie that I’m in love with her, again, is on the tip of my tongue. It stings my tastebuds, demanding to be spoken. But I swallow it back down.

“Oh my god,” Connie pants. The sound of her voice snaps me back to reality. She pushes her head into the pillow, eyes closed, and brows furrowed. “I’m so close.”

I let out a pleased groan and slide my hand up her throat, wrapping it around her jaw. “I love witnessing you like this.”

Her eyes snap open, breath puffing out in small, needy moans every time I sink back into her. I can feel her near the edge, her pussy squeezing my cock harder and harder the closer she gets.

Her voice is strained but dreamy when she speaks, as if lost between here and there. “You better come inside of me.” She says it as a threat, her pupils blown wide as she stares back at me with unadulterated fire and desire.

Lust zips down my spine as I laugh low and dark.

“Oh, baby,” I say with a wicked grin. “As if I were planning anything else.” I kiss her like I want to eat her alive before pinning her with my stare. “I want you full of me.”

My words trigger her orgasm, her mouth falling open on a moan so potent I feel it in my fucking bones. I follow right behind, pinning her down with my hips as I’m blinded by my climax, coming in hot, rapid spurts deep inside her.

Trying to keep most of my weight off her, I drop my head to her shoulder.

We fall silent, both catching our breaths.

“That was …” I start to say, my head still in the crook of her neck.

“Fucking amazing,” she says with a sigh, her hands caressing up and down my back.

44

HUXLEY

We spend a slow, quiet morning together. Luckily, Sophia has class early on Thursdays, so we don’t have to deal with her righteous smirks and leading questions.

For now.

After we both shower, I make us some scrambled eggs and roasted parmesan potatoes for breakfast. We sit in comfortable silence at the dining room table, sharing stolen glances and satiated smiles as we eat. DK is by Connie’s feet, purring loudly. He seems just as smitten as I am with her as she idly bends down to scratch the top of his head.

I imagine every morning like this.

The thought feels so damn good that it makes me want to get on one knee and beg for Connie to be mine till death do us part.

I’m shocked when I don’t.

I must have some restraint left after all.

“Shouldn’t you be at your new job?” Connie asks out of the blue.

She studies me from over her cup of coffeeas she takes a long sip, her red hair in a ponytail, wearing another one of my t-shirts, tied in a knot, over her skirt.

I know immediately why she’s asking. It was my excuse for quitting the theatre last week. I play innocent, not necessarily wanting to get into all my past—and rash—decisions right now.

I shake my head.

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