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“Touch yourself.”

I raise a brow as I prop myself on my elbows. “What?” I think maybe I misheard him.

“You heard me.” He drops his boxers, presenting his erection. I almost gasp but hold it back.

I lean back against the pillows and open my legs for him to see. I want him inside me, but the idea of him getting hard, just by watching me, turns me on even more. I pull both arms out of the sleeves of dress, fully showing him my breasts but keeping my midsection covered. His eyes never leave me as he slowly strokes himself and pulls on the condom.

My fingers run down my cleavage, across my bunched-up dress, and finally end at my vagina. I spread it open for him to see. He pauses, taking in this moment. A jolt of pleasure electrifies me as I start to move my fingers around, first in circles and then up and down. My free hand squeezes my nipples.

After the condom is in place he positions himself between my legs, holding his dick in his hand. I stop pleasuring myself, opening my legs wider. “I want you inside me,” I tell him.

He leans onto one hand, his other still holding himself. He pushes the tip against my clit, moving it in circles. “You do?”

I bite my lower lip, grabbing the blanket underneath me. “Yes,” I plead, as he continues to tease me with the head of his manhood. It feels good, better than my own fingers.

He slides into me with a slow, powerful thrust. He lets out a grunt as I moan in response. He feels good inside me, hot and firm.

“Fuck me, Jasper.” I hold onto his torso and drag him down against me, greedy for a kiss. He obeys, his tongue entering my mouth. He drives into me, first slow and steady, increasing his pace as he continues. He breaks away from my lips and moves down my neck to my breasts and then to my nipple.

I let out a moan. His hand clasps over my mouth, silencing me. I move so that his fingers slide into my mouth, and I begin sucking on them. His thrusts become harder and faster in response. I feel him grow inside me. I feel myself edging closer and closer to climax as he thrusts deeper. The muscles in my body start to tighten as the pressure builds. He returns to my lips, covering my mouth with his as both of our bodies become rigid, our orgasms exploding through us. His kiss muffles any sound from escaping my mouth.

He slows, getting in a few more strokes before he collapses on top of me, still inside me. Our bodies rise and fall with our rapid breathing. I keep my gaze on the ceiling, feeling small aftershocks starting with him and rolling through my body. I smile. “That was amazing.”

He turns his head to look at me, our faces centimeters apart. A tired grin forms on his lips. “I can go again.”

I believe him. His cock is still hard inside me. I raise a challenging brow. “Oh really?”

Chapter Twenty

Jasper

Iwakeupthenext morning to find the spot next to me empty. Elena must have gone back to the guest house sometime early this morning without me noticing. Usually, I am a light sleeper, the littlest noises wake me up. But last night, I fell into a deep slumber. Must have been all the oxytocin that was released last night.

I smile inwardly and get up. The smell of sex permeates the room. My blankets are a mess, and my pants and boxers are still strewn on the floor. I shrug, leaving the mess alone. First, I need a shower, and then I can go out to make breakfast. On the weekends, I try my best to make meals for Lily myself. I want her to see a man cooking for her and understand that this is a part of their duty too. I want her to be treated like a queen.

After showering, I dress in some sweats and a t-shirt. I really don’t feel like wearing anything nice. I go to the kitchen and start making some bacon, eggs, and toast. Nothing too fancy. I am not as skilled as Sheri. She had been a chef at an upscale restaurant when she was in her prime and even owned a few of her own. Now, she cooks for me as a part-time job, more to have extra spending money and stay busy rather than for living expenses.

“Don’t burn the toast this time,” Lily says behind me. She comes to stand beside me and looks at my progress. “Will it be ready soon? I’m hungry.”

“I’m almost done,” I tell her.

“Are Auntie Josie and Elena eating too?”

I shrug. “I’m not sure on that one, baby girl. We can always just go ahead and eat. They normally are here by now.” I glance at the clock. It is a little bit past ten. I guess I slept in longer than I thought. “Josie has an odd schedule lately, so she may have to work today.”

Lily goes to the fridge and pulls out some jam and butter. “I guess it’ll be just us this morning then.”

“Nothing wrong with that.” I flash a smile her direction.

She shrugs nonchalantly, almost hurting my feelings.

“Hey! I can be fun, too.”

She scowls at me. “I love you, Dad, but Auntie Josie and Elena are much more fun than you.”

I chuckle. “Okay. It’s not like you are the first person to tell me that.” I put the last pieces of bacon on the plate and set it on the table. Lily has already grabbed the eggs and toast.

Instead of sitting beside her, I choose to sit across from her with my back to the sliding door. This way, I can hear all the stories I missed this week.

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