Page 93 of Duchess Material

“God, you are as hot as I remember,” Ed scoffed.

“Winslow, it was ten days.”

“It could have been ten years.”

Natalie kissed him back. His tongue felt good pressed against hers. She wrapped her legs tighter around Ed as he pulled back a bit. He let her arms go and she dug her fingernails into his back again, cumming again quickly. The anticipation had them riled up.

“I love you,” Natalie gasped.

He continued. “I love you, too, but this isn’t about love.” He was a man on a mission. When he came, he fell on top of her, all reserves tapped for the time being. Natalie smiled to herself. He was now putty.

“You’re amazing, always, baby,” Ed said sweetly.

“You should talk. Damn. Also, what is this… chest hair?”

“I am lazy. I tried it. I am not sure about it.”

“I like it. Leave it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re so demanding.”

“I am the opposite of demanding.”

“When it comes to this!”

Natalie shrugged.

“God, I want to fuck you again, Nat. I can’t. I barely slept on that flight. I fought a boner for the past two hours before I got here. I hoped you were honest about it.”

“I got here this morning early and waited for you, yeah.”

He sucked her right nipple. “You deserve a medal.”

“A gold medal?”

“Several, baby.”

Ed’s mobile vibrated on the table.

“I bet it’s your mother,” Natalie predicted.

Ed flipped over to check his caller ID and Natalie playfully swatted him on the arse. She had missed his bright white bum. He answered the phone.

“Yes, mother. You’re ringing me why? No, the plane crashed into the ocean. Yes, clearly, I’m alive. Uh… resting.”

Natalie snickered, trying to keep it down. Resting. Was that what they were up to?

“No, I’m with Natalie today. Mam—you can’t—”

He rolled his eyes as he flipped onto his back. Natalie resisted the urge to bother him. She wanted to. Natalie rarely felt the need to just touch someone for the hell of it. Ed was different. He was irresistible.

“I can ask her, yes. If she says no, I will not force the issue, Mam.”

He hung up the phone and rolled on his side. Natalie played with the peach fuzz on his chest. She kissed him slowly. “Let me guess, she wants us to come for dinner?”

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