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“It is.”

“Fuck,” he murmurs and then pulls out of me and flops to his side. I don’t even care that I’m making a mess, I just turn toward him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“Wanna get up and sit outside?” I ask, and his eyes turn down toward mine.

“Yeah. If we stay here, I’m gonna fuck you again.”

I feel my cheeks heat and then lean up and kiss him. “I could go for that.”

He smiles and then rolls me onto my stomach, his hands kneading my ass.

“Fine, one more fuck and then we talk.”

I arch my hips up and invite him in.

CHAPTER14

WESLEY

Well, my dick has gotten a workout and is now hanging limply between my legs as I sit on the front porch of the house Simon bought. He looks happy—content—and I wonder if I made the right choice by fucking him.

But then again, how could I resist? He’s sex. He looked at me and my dick was on board for whatever he had planned.

“You okay? Your ass okay?” I ask.

He shifts in his seat next to me. The second time, he was on his hands and knees and it was just as good as the first time—the way my skin slapped against his, the way his ass devoured my dick.

When I lifted him up and kissed his lips, he came with just a stroke of his dick and then fell onto the mattress, letting me fuck him hard until I came inside of him.

It was only then that we were able to focus. Sex wasn’t at the forefront of our minds any longer.

“It’s fine. Happy.”

I smirk at him and then lean in for a kiss. Simon sinks into it, and I nearly groan at how good he feels against me, those lips, his taste.

I want to eat him.

“I’m glad,” I say when we finally part. We just stare at each other dopily until Simon asks, “How long have you been out here?”

I feel a little bit nervous admitting it.

“September.”

Simon turns his head and stares at me, mouth slightly parted.

“What?”

“Yeah…I…I wanted to be near just in case….”

It’s a lame excuse. The truth is, I just wanted to be near him. And trust me, it was an exercise in restraint. There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of him, didn’t debate showing up at his place and asking him for another chance. That I’d made a mistake in letting him go.

But I didn’t. He needed time. And I planned on giving him a full year, but damn.

I saw him.

I fucked him.

Now I don’t want to wait any longer. Not when he looks this good, not when I just remembered how much I like being near him.

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