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“So, you’re saying that we’re exclusive?”

“Sure.” I shrugged. I thought I had already covered this, so either I wasn’t convincing, or she didn’t believe me.

“You’re serious?”

I looked into those brown eyes that had owned me since I first noticed them. “As long as I have you in my bed, I don’t have the need or desire for anyone else. But this isn’t just about what happens in the bedroom, it’s about you and me. I’ve waited forever for you to give me a chance, and I don’t want to do anything to fuck this up.”

She set her cup down and crawled into my lap. Her hands folded along my neck while mine went to her ass. “You really are sweet.”

“I can be.” I picked up the fork, sliced off a piece of French toast, and brought it to her mouth. “Open.”

She opened her mouth and moaned. “You probably shouldn’t do that while sitting on my lap,” I said, adjusting myself underneath the flimsy white towel.

She giggled. “Why are you still wearing that thing?”

“I didn’t want the French toast to burn, and then you walked into the kitchen and distracted me before I had a chance to put sweats on.”

“I’m not sorry one bit for distracting you.” She picked up a strawberry and brought it to my mouth. “My turn.”

I opened up and sucked the strawberry from her fingers. When the juice ran down my chin, she pulled it away and licked it off my skin. Fuck! She was hot, and I was one lucky son of a bitch. I gripped her hips painfully as my erection rubbed against her bare pussy. “How sore are you, because I want you again?” My hands ran along her smooth thighs.

“I’m a little sore but I can take it,” she said, undoing a few buttons of my shirt, exposing her chest to me. I swiped another strawberry off the plate, bit off the tip, and squeezed the rest of the juice along her hard nipple. I closed my mouth along the peak and sucked hard.

“So sweet,” I said, moving over to her other breast. She moaned and spread her legs. I knew she would go again, but there were other ways I could make her feel good.

I trailed my hand down her chest, past her stomach, and pressed my thumb against her clit. Her hips shot forward, her head flew back, and her mouth opened. I slammed my lips down onto hers, feeling myself grow harder and thicker. I grabbed an ice cube from the glass and ran it along her slit.

“Oh, God,” she cried out as I pressed the ice cube along her clit. My mouth watered at the sight of her. I inserted the ice cube inside while keeping a firm grip so it wouldn’t slip from my finger. She squeezed my thigh and dry-humped me with only a flimsy towel between us. Rylee moved up and down; I could feel her getting close to the edge. I took the ice cube out and replaced it with my fingers. I knew the exact spot that would set her off, and with her groans growing louder and the way she pulsed and trembled, I wrapped my free hand around her hair and pulled her mouth back to mine. I kissed her, swallowing all her sounds until I felt her come all over my hand.

Her eyes were closed, and her hair was a mild mess. It was an image I never wanted to forget.

After a few breaths, I held her face in my hands and asked, “Aren’t you glad you stayed for breakfast now?”

“That was so good, I might have to stay for lunch.” She sighed into my touch.

I chuckled against her mouth and gave her a few minutes to get her breathing under control.

When I set her down on her feet, our eyes locked, and I wondered if she felt the same things I was. Happy. Content. Sated.

She pressed her lips to mine, and I could taste the strawberry on her tongue. It was crazy how much I wanted and needed her again.

She untied the knot holding my towel together, letting it fall to the floor. “Rylee, what are you doing?” I asked as she closed her hand over my erection.

“Thanking you. For breakfast, of course.” She winked and dropped to her knees on my kitchen floor.

“Is that so?” I groaned as her hand gripped my cock and pulled it forward. I dreamed of this moment so many times in my head, but nothing compared to the sight in front of me.

“Yes.” She wet her lips and stared up at me. “I also want to know what you taste like?”

Jesus, Fuck!

I hissed in a breath when she sucked me into her mouth. My hands dipped into her hair as her tongue slid over my shaft. I guided myself in and out, trying to stay in control, but I lost all common sense when she drew me into the back of her throat. I couldn’t think with her warm mouth wrapped around my cock. My head fell back as I let the sensation take over. It felt incredible, and fuck me. I’d never be able to be in this kitchen again and not think about this moment. I could feel myself growing thicker; my balls were growing painfully tight. My hips had a mind of their own when they started pumping with reckless abandon. I tightened my hold on her hair, urging her to take me farther. When she scraped her nails down my thighs, I finally let the release I was chasing break free. I tried to pull out, but she just sucked me harder. My legs shook as I pumped faster. She held on tight, and when I came, I thought I was going to collapse to the floor.

I pulled out, dragged her to my chest, and captured her mouth with mine. I poured all my desperation and need into our kiss.

I held her tight, loving the way she melted into me. I could feel my walls cracking and shaking. I had no doubt she would find a way through eventually; I just needed to make sure I was ready.

CHAPTER11

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