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I’m positive I might have slipped into a coma or unconsciousness, the orgasm that intense, that powerful.
After a moment, reality slowly seeps back into my brain, and I award Jayden with a content smile.
He moves up my body, kissing a path as he travels, igniting the fire in my stomach, my breasts, my neck. Then he kisses me senseless again.
“Do you have any condoms?” he asks, voice husky and hopeful.
I nod and point at the bedside table. He opens the drawer and removes a box that hasn’t been used in more than a year.
“You might want to check the expiry date first. I haven’t used them in a while.”
Looking pretty smug at the news, he does as I suggest, and tells me they’re still good. He opens a foil package and quickly slips the condom over his rigid cock.
“How’s your arm doing?” I ask.
“Don’t worry, it can handle me making love to you multiple times tonight.”
I grin. “Multiple?”
“You didn’t really want to watchDie Hardtonight, did you?”
My grin widens. “Not at all. Compared to sex with you, the movie is highly overrated.”
“That’s what I thought.” Jayden positions himself between my legs, and slowly pushes inside me.
The seven modern-day wonders of the world include the Great Wall of China, Machu Picchu, the Roman Colosseum, and the Taj Mahal.
None of them compare to Jayden buried deep inside me, thrusting and circling his hips, filling every part of me with his red-hot desire.
With his love.
By the time I cry out his name once again, and he grunts out his release, I’m silently praying to anyone who is listening that nothing will happen to this gorgeous man—gorgeous both inside and out.
And that nothing will destroy the thin bond between us, the promise Jayden made to me.
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Jayden
I wakeup with my injured arm wrapped around a sleeping Isabelle, her bare back against my naked chest.
And my morning wood pressed against her ass.
The perfect place for it to be.
Better still would be inside her.
And that’s exactly where I hope it will be shortly.
Sunlight bleeds into the room through the window. I can’t see the alarm clock from where I’m lying, but if I’m to estimate the time, I’d say it’s after 9 a.m. I blink the sleep out my eyes, not willing to move just yet. After we made love twice last night, we ate some food.
While naked.
There’s nothing more liberating than cooking nude. If Adam and Eve had realized this beforehand, I’m positive they would have tied the snake around the tree and shoved the apple initsgoddamn mouth.
We also started watchingDie Hard—again while naked. With Isabelle in my arms.
But that soon evolved into me fingering her while Bruce Willis began taking down the bad guys. We didn’t see much more beyond that.
