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“You’re just here for the pussy.” It’s as much a reminder to myself as it is for him.

His expression remains flat. “Your bed is dry.”

I grab the front of his shirt and yank him inside. “For now.”

CHAPTER 19

NATE

Ifumble with the lock and make sure the latch is flipped as Essie curves her palm around the back of my neck. Her cotton-candy lip gloss and the warmth of her mouth has turned into a level-ten addiction. I suck her bottom lip and cup her face, angling her head so I can get inside. I move to pull her closer, but she puts her hand on my chest.

“Shit.” I raise both hands. “Sorry. We should slow down.”

She gives me a look. “I’d like to limit my soaked body parts to my vagina.”

I glance down. My shirt is stuck to my body. “Right. Yeah. Let me fix that.” I pull the sopping shirt over my head and toss it on the floor, where it lands with a wet thwack.

Essie tugs my shorts and boxers down, and my erection springs free. I kick them aside as she pulls her nightshirt over her head. She’s gloriously naked underneath.

“Fuck me…” I groan as I take in all her smooth, tanned skin. The pretty little jeweled barbells piercing her nipples wink at me, begging to be sucked.

Another item added to the ever-growing list of things about her I’m obsessed with.

Essie tilts her head toward the bed, smile impish. “Let’s test out the mattress.”

“Excellent idea.” I pick her up by the waist, carry her across the room, and toss her on the bed.

She lands gracefully, rolls to the pillows, props her cheek on her fist, and pats the empty space beside her. I climb up, stretching out next to her. Essie drags a single finger from my clavicle to my navel, then shifts to straddle my thighs.

Her warm palms smooth up my abs. “Finally, I have you all to myself.”

I settle my hands on her thighs. “This entire week has felt like extended foreplay.”

“It really has.” She settles her hands on my pecs and leans in, dark hair sweeping across my skin. “You’re pretty ripped for a guy who sits behind a desk designing skates.”

“I work out with Flip and Tristan,” I explain.

She bites my chin. “We can get all our cardio done together this week.”

I laugh, and she pulls back, eyes softening. “You’re so pretty when you smile.” She frames my face with her hands and she presses her lips to mine. A sweet balm of relief washes over me.

I curve my palm around the nape of her neck. She parts and our tongues brush. Desire rushes through me, and I grip her hip and shift under her, seeking friction.

Her fingers curl around the bottom of my chin, lips still touching when she whispers, “Someone’s in a rush to get to the good stuff.”

“You’re the one who got me naked seconds after I walked through the door.” I arch a challenging brow. “How do you know I didn’t want to just hang out and chat?”

“Your dick did not want to hang out and chat.”

“He’s not the boss of me.”

She rolls her hips, her pussy a soft, warm counterpart to the hard steel of her piercing sliding over my shaft. I groan, fingers digging into her skin as I lift my hips.

“What was that?” She sucks my bottom lip between hers and releases it slowly.

“You’re playing dirty.”

She grins and bites her lip. “Fuck, I love your grumpy face.”

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