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“That’s completely the opposite of what I want.” Her hands clasp the front of my T-shirt and tug on the material. “I want you to come.”

My cock jumps at her words. “I’ve created a monster.”

She shrugs. “I’ve discovered an affinity for dirty talk. Hearing it makes my panties drenched and speaking it out loud makes me want to climb you like a tree and screw your brains out.”

“Shit.” My entire body convulses. “You’re a damn quick study, and I have to admit, I love it. It turns me on.” I grab her hand and place it over my swollen thickness. “Having you talk dirty makes my dick hard enough to hammer nails.”

She licks her lips and bites her bottom lip seductively. “I’d rather you hammer my pussy with your hard rod.”

I laugh, grab her thighs, and pull her up my body until she’s wrapped around me. “You’re giving me ideas for the nursing home when we’re old and have nothing else to do but have sex.”

“Oh. Stop.” She smacks my chest. “I don’t want to picture Mr. Campos stuffing Ms. Miller with his summer sausage.”

I run my tongue along the column of her neck until I reach the hollow between her jaw and ear. “Would you rather picture my salami filling you with high fructose porn syrup?”

She throws her head back and laughs until tears stream down her cheeks. Then, she snorts and laughs harder. “Oh, my God, I’m going to pee myself.”

Fuck. I’m in love with Layla.I love making her laugh. I need her joy in my life. And I’m beginning to want the future that being with her would bring–love, laughter, and family. My gut clenches.

Family. I don’t know the first thing about sticking around. Being a husband. Raising kids. God, she deserves someone so much better than me, but I’m starting to think I’m not going to give her the choice.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Layla

The instant he lays me on the bed, all humor evaporates. His dark eyes devour me, causing my nipples to tighten. That says nothing for the growing ache between my thighs. I rub them together to ease the throbbing.

I can deny it all I want. I spent the entire day wishing his hands and mouth were on my body. Thank God he’s not married, but I hadn’t known that at the time. At this point, I question my moral compass when it comes to Kameron. The glass is shattered, and the arrow might even be missing.

“No. You don’t,” he growls and grasps my knees. “I want you begging for release. This time is going to blow your mind.”

I whimper under his firm touch. “Please, don’t make me wait.”

“Only long enough to make it feel that much better.” He smirks. Then, he releases me and grabs the bottom of his T-shirt.

My eyes devour his firm stomach and abs as he reveals his flesh. Once his shirt is tossed on the floor, he studies me. “You’re too good for me. You know that? I don’t know how I’m lucky enough to be in your bed, but I’m not walking away.”

I wish there was a magic wand I could wave over him to make all his past hurts disappear, but I’m not a fairy Godmother, and life isn’t a fairytale. I grab his hand. “You’re perfect.”

His eyes are hooded, so I can’t read his emotions. However, the tightness of his shoulders shouts that he doesn’t believe me. “Not by a longshot.” He squeezes my fingers, and then let’s go. “Sit up. I want to take off your clothes.”

My mouth dries as a massive lump of fear makes it difficult to swallow. I’m not scared of him, but I’m terrified I’ll do something wrong. I ease up on my elbow, sit, and wait as he removes my shirt. I immediately cover my breasts with my arm.

“You’re so beautiful. I want to see all of you. Don’t hide from me.”

I lick my lips and drop my arm, giving him a view of my pink demicup bra. He grips the button of his jeans. “I can’t wait to suck on your sweet tits.”

My eyes widen, and I jerk them to the ceiling.Oh, Lord. He’s dirty.He makes me feel like I’m getting caught by my mom reading a smut book.

“Does that embarrass you?”

“A little, but it’s so hot.”

At the sound of the first zipper tooth opening on his jeans, I gawk. His cock bounces against him like it’s even more eager to join me than he is. He climbs onto the mattress, and it dips under his weight. His fist grasps the edge of my skirt, and he pulls it down my legs. The speed of his movements leaves me stunned. “That’s better. I like your panties.”

I glance down and groan.Unicorns. Again.Lord, my face floods with heat as I clap my hand over the cartoon figure. “I wasn’t planning on anyone seeing them.”

“That’s good.” He lays down beside me. “Mr. Campos would have had a coronary.”

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