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“You sure as fuck did. And it was blindingly beautiful.” He kissed the top of her head.

He kept his fingers inside her as he stroked up and down her back with his other hand. After a few moments of quietness, she straightened with a gasp and a small shiver.

“Your turn?” she asked with a shy smile.

Though his dick nearly wept, he shook his head. “Not tonight.”

Kelsie frowned. “What? Wh—”

He cut her off with a kiss that had her melting against him within two seconds. “Tonight was for you. Only you.”

She glanced at his lap with concern even as she seemed relieved. “But you’re…” She gestured toward his obvious erection.

“Hard as a fucking pipe?”

That had her laughing. “Well, yeah.”

“Trust me, baby, I’m aware.” Her eyes flared at the pet name. “But don’t worry. It’ll still be there next time you’re feeling needy. It’s pretty much always there when you’re around.”

The smile she gifted him was nearly as good as watching her come.

“C’mon, it’s too late to drive home. Let’s go to sleep.”

“W-what? Here? With you?”

He chuckled. “That okay?”

“Yes,” she said on an exhale as she nodded. “Very okay.”

“Just sleep.” He tilted his head, and she blushed.

“Got it.”

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers from her tight pussy. She shivered again—something he was beginning to love—and made a sound of disapproval.

“You okay?”

Kelsie’s ears turned pink, and she averted her gaze. “I liked feeling you inside me. Wish you could stay there longer.”

Christ, this woman.

He helped her off his lap and then stood, groaning when his knee popped. “C’mon, before I forget all my good intentions.”

“Hey,” she said with an impish grin. “I’m not the one who turned down an orgasm.”

No, she wasn’t. He was the only masochist present tonight. He slung an arm over her shoulder and tried not to feel fucking mushy at the way she burrowed into his side while they walked into his house to his bedroom.

“This is nice,” Kelsie said, looking around as he went to his dresser.

He snorted. “I’m not much of a decorator, as you may have noticed.” The walls were mostly bare, and everything he owned was neutral and devoid of color. Being young and vibrant, Kelsie probably loved color and brightness in her space.

She shrugged. “I like it. My head is a cluttered mess most of the time, so a simple, neutral space appeals to me.”

Huh, that’d teach him to judge.

“Makes sense.” He pulled open the second drawer of his chest. “You want to sleep in that or a T-shirt?” The idea of her wearing his clothes made his already hard cock even stiffer, but he tried not to let it show. It was a damn shirt. If she didn’t want it, he shouldn’t care.

But he didn’t need to worry because her entire face lit up, and she nodded. “I’ll take a shirt, thanks.”

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