Page 45 of All I Desire

He guffaws. “I can’t say that I’ve ever been called a sex god. But I like it. And you were…”

“What?” Because of my past, I’m half-waiting for him to say something nasty.

He pauses and we stare into each other’s eyes. “Perfect.” His voice is quiet.

My lips find his jaw and I nuzzle him for a few seconds. “Matthew?”

“Yeah?”

“My leg’s cramping. And I don’t think I can move after what we just did. So, I’ll just live here for the rest of my life, okay? Throw me some food every now and then.”

“Oh! Sorry.” He slides out of me with a small inhale, then stands up. “Bathroom?”

I point to the door, feeling the delicious ache between my legs. “Right and then left. Only other door in the hall. Be on the lookout for Sin.”

“Want me to bring the pizza in after? And some wine? Or do you not eat in bed?”

Holy crap this guy is the best. “Um, yeah. I’ll eat in bed with you any time. And you can eat me in bed any time, that’s for sure,” I call out, and he chuckles.

“Deal,” he hollers back.

I snicker about that exchange for a few seconds. What can I say? Sometimes I have the mind of a fourteen-year-old boy. While lolling on the bed, I see Sin careen down the hall.

“Dude, not my balls,” I hear Matthew say out loud, then he laughs. I press my face into the pillow, stifling a giggle. He’s so easygoing.

For the rest of the evening, my dirty mind turns gooey with Irish Spring soap and sex-scented sweetness. I could really get used to this man, even if he is a single dad. Maybe meeting his daughter won’t be so bad. If he’s this incredible, his kid must be, too.

As the clock strikes twelve, we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

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