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I kept bucking my hips, fucking her from underneath as she came apart on my cock. She fell forward on my chest and moaned as her legs trembled, her orgasm washing over her.

The sensation pushed me over the edge. My balls tightened and I drove myself deep inside her as my cock jerked, releasing into her.

We held on to each other, riding the waves of pleasure rolling over both of us.

She gasped and lay her head down against my chest, by my heart, as I stroked her back relishing in the aftermath of our sex.

I closed my eyes, drinking in this perfect moment.

“That was incredible,” Leigh said, turning her face and looking up at me.

I grunted in agreement, not wanting to untangle myself from her just yet.

She laughed and buried her face in my chest. We lay there together for what felt like forever, until my pulse slowed and her breathing returned to normal.

Eventually, she got up and took me by the hand and I followed her down the hall to the shower. At that moment I knew.

I’ll follow wherever she leads.

17

LEIGH

Iwokeuptothe scent of Clarke’s cologne surrounding me. After last night, two more showers, and a couple hours of talking, we had fallen asleep in his bed wrapped around each other.

Now, the morning sunlight was streaming through a crack in the curtains. I grinned, not hearing the rain pouring against the house anymore.

I rolled over to face Clarke, tracing a finger along his muscled torso. Clarke grumbled, swatting at my hand and opening his eyes long enough to glare at me. He shut them again, turning his face into the pillow and trying to avoid the light.

“Come on,” I said, my hand drifting up and down his body. “It’s a new day and for once, it’s sunny and not raining. Think of all the things we could do today.”

“Like sleep,” Clarke said, his voice rough.

“Or you could tell me about all the stupid things you did when you were my age. I feel like we’re on uneven footing here.”

Clarke groaned and rolled onto his side again, his eyes opening. He looked at me as if it was his first time seeing me. His smile was wide and unrestrained, no sight of hesitation in it.

“What?” I asked, smoothing my hand over my hair. I had no doubt that it was sticking up in all directions.

“You’re beautiful in the mornings.” He reached out to rest a hand on my hip, his thumb stroking lazy circles on my skin. “That sex hair is something else.”

I laughed and nestled closer to him. “Shut up and tell me about your twenties.”

Clarke laughed, pressing a kiss to my temple, and winding his arms around me. “I can’t do both.”

“Then tell me.”

“I don’t know how much there is to tell. I sold websites, made a lot of money, started Crestwood Capital, and then made even more money.”

“You are the only person I know who could say something like that and it doesn’t sound like bragging.” I kicked a leg over his hip, my hand drifting up and down his arm. “You must have done more than that. You got rich when you were young and stupid.”

“Fair. I bought a car that was too expensive. Spent late nights racing up and down the highways with your brother. We were convinced that nothing would ever be able to touch us.”

“I never read about that in any of the magazines.”

“We kept it pretty quiet. Made sure that if the police found us, they couldn’t catch us. After that, I started donating a bunch of money. I had more than I could ever know what to do with and I wanted to do something actuallygood, instead of just buying up cars and watches. I like to think I’d matured a little. Spent some time traveling through Africa. Went down to South America to build homes after hurricane season.”

“So, you’re saying you never really had a wild phase.”

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