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“Tease,” I hissed, as I squirmed in his lap. But I was grinning when I said it.

I really wouldn’t mind if he teased me all day.

As long as he fucked me at the end of it.

Chapter Twenty

Ronan

The next few days were a fucking blur.

I spent most of them in bed with Summer.

It started with the several hours of sex back at the bed and breakfast in the middle of the night, in Summer’s room, where we made out like a couple of teenagers for so long my lips pretty much went numb. I kissed her all over her gorgeous body. I ate out her pussy, slowly, until I made her come.

Then I fucked her on the bed, me on top of her this time. I rammed my cock into her warmth, over and again, fucking insatiable… with her legs wrapped around me and her kisses on my skin. I made her come again, with my dick inside her, and I fucking savored every shudder and shiver of her body under mine.

When she was satisfied, I pulled out and she got me off with her hands. I came on her gorgeous tits as she lay beneath me, and I felt like a fucking god or something.

She was so gorgeous, so fucking sexy… so hot for me…

And Jesus Christ, the woman knew how to fuck.

Afterwards, we were both parched and exhausted.

We could hardly move, but somehow we managed to shower, while groping each other and making out some more.

In bed again, in the dark, our hands kept straying over each other’s naked bodies as we drifted to sleep.

When we finally dragged ourselves out of bed around eleven in the morning, just in time for checkout, Andre was already packed up and waiting for us outside. We made him drive all the way home while we half-dozed in the backseat.

He gave me a look when he dropped us off at Summer’s place, but he didn’t ask any questions.

And once we’d settled in, unpacked, ate lunch… we did it all over again.

Up against her bedroom wall, half-dressed.

On her bedroom floor, naked.

In her shower.

Day became night… Night became day again… And I’d already lost count of how many times I’d been inside Summer’s body.

My tongue. My fingers. My cock, obviously.

Bare, every time.

I trusted her that she was on the pill and knew how to take it properly. And that she was clean. Summer wasn’t the kind of woman to fuck around with these things.

I trusted her, period.

I wasn’t so used to that feeling. But I didn’t have all that much time to examine it, either.

There was too much naked Summer to examine.

I’d seen every inch of her. Tasted every inch of her.

And every inch of her was exquisite.

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