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“Yes, but it’s not my bedtime yet.” She grazed her nails along the underside of his cock before she backed up and unbuttoned the shirt she’d confiscated from him. The shadow of her bejeweled belly and curve of her breast made his mouth water.

She shook her hair back and let the shirt slide off her shoulders and to the floor. Silvery moonlight kissed her naked body. She cupped her own breasts, gliding her fingers over the tips and up into her hair.

He put the glasses down and lifted her up until she hooked her legs around his hips. He stretched her out on the bed, her pale curls glowing against his navy sheets. “Ah, Goldie—what are you doing to me?”

She pulled him down on top of her, cradling him between her legs. “Stealing away whatever ideas you had about sleeping.”

“I can live with that.” And he covered her mouth.

Seven

Presley woke plasteredto Vance’s back. They’d fallen asleep at dawn in a pile of sweaty exhaustion. The man had an energy drink flowing through his veins instead of blood.

She couldn’t remember the number of times he’d taken her. Spooning was a contact sport with him. Just when she didn’t think she could take another round, he opened her up and showed her just how wrong she was.

Deliciously sated and happy in ways she didn’t want to define, she trailed a kiss over the design of his tattoo on his back. The entire spread of it was incredibly gorgeous. From front to back and up his entire arm, it simply took over the right half of his body.

She trailed her lips over the dip of his spine and down to where the sheet pooled at his hips. She inched it lower to his infinitely smackable ass. She straddled his calves and dragged her naked breasts over his thighs, nipped the top of his ass, then trailed her tongue up his spine.

When she was rewarded with a low groan, she tucked each knee along his side as she perched on his perfect butt. The velvetover steel muscles of his back was her favorite playground to explore with her mouth and fingers.

He stirred slowly, his groans reverberating through his ribs to his back until they increased in volume and buzzed against her lips and aching nipples. Between his mouth and the scruff of his beard, her breasts were beyond sensitive.

Amazingly so.

He rolled her onto her back and crawled between her thighs. “Good morning.”

The underside of his shaft teased along her pelvic bone. He reached for the box of condoms they didn’t even bother leaving in the drawer anymore. Sheathed with latex then with her, he groaned into her neck.

She let out a soft sigh as her body accepted him greedily. She drew lazy designs on his back as he slowly thrust inside of her. Beyond sore, she shifted under him and opened wider. Even in the midst of discomfort, she couldn’t get enough. Her body opened for him, slick and heavy with the instant reaction to give way for him.

They moved as one. He tucked his arm under her knee to push it up to take him deeper. She arched under him, his beard dragged over her nipples and up to her neck as he filled her.

Her orgasm floated in like a sun-kissed breeze. She sighed through it, unprepared for his hand sneaking between them. As changeable as the sky over the lake he turned the sweet into the intense. She dug her nails into his back—the power of it leaving her wrecked. His name tumbled off her tongue like a prayer.

A loud one.

He sagged against her, his heart racing and his breathing heavy. He scraped his teeth over her shoulder. “If this is the way I’m going out, I’m dying a happy man.”

“What if I’m not done with you yet?”

He dragged his lips over her jawline to her mouth. “Stay of execution. Excellent. You can kill me like this again every day for the foreseeable future.”

She smiled, melting into the mattress. They hadn’t talked about what this would be after last night. His answer was perfect. She wanted this feeling to last a bit longer.

“What time is it?”

He levered off of her to look at the clock. “Ten.”

“What?” She surged up, her forehead clunking into his chin. “Oh, my God. I’m supposed to be at work.”

He grunted. “Call in.”

“Some of us don’t have the luxury.”

“At least let me take you to breakfast before you go in.”

“Wearing my walk of shame gear?”

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