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“It’s all yours, Little Menace. Just come all over this dick.”

I pinched her clit. She threw her head back as her orgasm rippled through her, her tight pussy bearing down on me as she paused. I bit my lip, watching her mouth fall open.

I couldn’t hold back. My patience was gone.

I grabbed both of her hips and thrust up into her, feeling her muscles continuing to tighten down on my dick. She kept moaning and clenching as I felt my own orgasm drawing tight at the base of my spine.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” I came, stuffing her full of me, as her orgasm clenched me tight. I moaned as I slowed my pace. Fighting against the sensitivity, I pumped in and out of her before I pulled out, chuckling as she made a noise of protest.

She fell to my side, and I leaned forward, grabbing the blankets and cuddling against her. Her whole body was trembling. There’s no way she wasn’t going to feel this in the morning.

I was making my woman waffles.

Her hand came up to my wet beard and she tugged at it before her breathing evened.

Pulling her tighter, I heard a soft snore and I smiled.

I leaned down to watch her face, softened in sleep. My lips moved to her face, and I gently ran them across her eyelids and lips.

“Right where you belong, gorgeous,” I whispered against her lips.

We had a deal and now that deal was complete.

But she didn’t say anything about touching and kissing. I was going to keep her as close to me as I could until I was forced to show her who I really was, and I lost the chance to hold her like this again. She was going to be mine until then.

CHAPTER 22

DENISE

Rustling pulled me awake. It was far too bright in the room. I put a pillow over my face and groaned. It didn’t matter what time it was, it was entirely too early. Hugh chuckled and threw the blankets off me.

“Fuck off,” I mumbled, kicking a leg up at him which I immediately regretted.

My everything was sore.

“Come on, sit up.” He grabbed the pillow from my face and threw it to the other side of the bed.

“Let me die here!” The wail was dramatic, but I couldn’t truly be expected to leave the bed when even my eyeballs hurt.

Hands gripped my ankles and dragged me backward. I refused to open my eyes or fight, so I went limp.

“I gave you a choice,” Hugh said, his tone playful.

Hands circled my waist and knees yanking me forward and…up? I was ready to be dropped on my feet but instead, I was being held. Hugh was carrying me somewhere. I leaned into his neck and his skin was damp like he’d already showered.

His chest was covered in a soft cotton shirt, and I snuggled into it, not a care in the world that I was still butt-ass naked.

This was becoming a very suspicious pattern, me naked and him clothed, and frankly, I didn’t mind. Just like I didn’t mind clinging to his neck and being whisked away and—oh my God.

This was it.

The moment every romcom lover waits for: Hugh was my Kevin Costner.

I started hummingQueen of the Nightas he carried me into the bathroom.

I peeked and saw that the lights were dim, and it felt muggy. He’d definitely been up for a while. Clearly, he was a morning person. Gross.

Hugh snickered as I started to sing. He held me over his big ass tub and slowly lowered me into the water. I protested immediately as the heat seared my skin.

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