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“I amnotgetting under that blanket with you when we’re both naked as jaybirds.”

His brows shoot into his hairline. “You’re joking, right? Monty, we just had sex—actualsex. We were all kinds of naked and wrapped together.” He leans in close. “Get. In. Here.”

I both loathe and love the way my body responds to his commands.

There have been many times tonight where he’s used that dominating tone with me, and every single time I’ve felt a tingle run up my spine.

Robbie bossing me around in the bedroom ishot, and I wouldn’t object to hearing him do it over and over and over again.

I slide under the blanket with him and he rolls to his side to face me.

“Hey,” he says quietly. He gently glides his fingers up my cheek as he tucks a few loose hairs behind my ear.

“Hi,” I murmur back.

We don’t say anything else for a long time. We simply lie here. The only contact we have is Robbie running his thumb back and forth over my cheek. I close my eyes against the touch, reveling in it.

Slumber is begging to take over, but I fight it. If these moments are going to be my last with this man, I don’t want to miss them.

“Can I say something without it sounding really fucking corny and you revoking my man card?”

I smile at his words but don’t open my eyes. “No promises.”

“Brat.” He places a soft kiss on the tip of my nose. “Thank you for trusting me with your body, Monty. Thank you for choosing me, for allowing me to be the one who will always have that part of you, for…” His voice trails off, and it’s clear he’s doing the best he can to hold his emotions at bay. “Yeah, just thank you. It really means a lot to me.”

My eyes flutter open, and I’m surprised to find his glistening with unshed tears.

“It means a lot to me too, Robbie, and don’t worry—you still have your man card.”

He laughs and takes my mouth with a kiss that surprises me.

It’s slow, unhurried. It’s sensual and soft.

Until it’s not and it turns into something so much more.

The soreness between my legs is long forgotten, replaced by the need to have Robbie inside me again. It already feels like it’s been too long.

I push at him until he’s flat on his back and crawl on top. His erection brushes against me in all the right spots and I can’t stop my hips from circling on their own, searching for the connection.

He pulls his mouth from mine, beaming up at me. “Oooh, you on top—me likey.”

“I’ve never done this before. No promises it’ll be good.”

“Trust me,” he says, sliding his arms up until they’re resting behind his head. “I’m going to enjoy it no matter what.”

“Don’t be so sure.”

Before I can understand what’s happening, he’s sitting up and wrapping his arms around my waist, holding me tightly to him as he moves us until his back is resting against the headboard.

He stares up at me with eyes so filled with determination and lust it knocks the breath out of me.

“Get a condom, Monty.”

I reach into the drawer he pulled open earlier and produce a foil packet. He snatches it from my hand and rips it open. His hand collides with my rear, and I know he’s doing it because he wants me to lift up so he has room, but I can’t help the moan that escapes me.

Robbie’s eyes snap my way and he grins. “Noted.”

“Shut up and hurry,” I hiss.

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