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“Um.” I meet his eyes, wide with nerves. “I still want to. I’m just not confident that’s going to fit.” I let out a nervous laugh.

He chuckles too. “We can make it fit.”

Another wave of heat pulses through me. I bite my lip and nod, kissing him again as he rolls the condom on. He lines himself up and slowly pushes in.

We both moan.

“So tight,” he growls, pushing in deeper.

“It’s been a while,” I admit with a soft sigh, the fullness making my head spin.

“How long?” he asks, resting on his elbow above me.

“Is this really a conversation you want to have right now?” I wiggle beneath him to get him moving again.

“I’m trying not to make this a quick experience, Brooke. Humour me.”

I laugh. “Ten or eleven months, maybe? I don’t remember exactly.”

Josh hadn’t been interested in sex. He said he only did it when he had time and wanted to. That was enough for him. He neverasked whatIneeded, thank God for the vibrator I bought to fill in the gaps.

“You’re kidding, right?” Grant suddenly thrusts in deeper, and I gasp into his mouth.

“How the hell could he stay away from you?”

He starts moving, and I meet each thrust, whimpering at how good he feels.

“He didn’t want the distraction,” I breathe, and he hits the spot that makes me see stars. I drag my nails down his back, and he takes the hint, slamming into me just right.

“Distract me,” he groans. “Distract me whenever you want.”

“Grant, I’m so close,” I whine as he sucks a mark into my neck. He slows his pace, and I clench around him desperately.

“Yeah?” he breathes against my skin, his mouth trailing fire. I can barely form words.

“Mmhmm,” I whimper, gripping his neck and circling my hips.

One last thrust sends me over the edge. I cry out, grateful Cami isn’t home, because I couldn’t be quiet if I tried.

He keeps moving through it, and when I come down, I meet his eyes. He looks wrecked in the best way.

I kiss him and shift my hips to show I’m ready again. He grabs my hips, lifts them, and thrusts harder.

I’ve never felt sexier. He’s biting my neck, moaning like he can’t get enough of me. When he finally comes, he grips the base of my ponytail, and the sharp tug pushes me to the brink again.

We collapse together, his weight comforting as he breathes heavily against my neck.

“We are doing that again,” he murmurs breathlessly.

“Oh, definitely,” I grin, nose to nose with him.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Brooke

I stir awake and stretch my legs out. I can feel a heavy hand against my stomach, and I turn to smile into my pillow as memories from last night come back to me. Surprisingly, for once in the previous 24 hours I'm not freaking out.

That was the best sex I've ever had; I've never been able to orgasm during sex, let alone after already having one orgasm.

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