Page 11 of Done with You

So she did.

His eyes flared as he dropped his head back down to look at her. Green flames danced beneath his thick brows and hooded lids.

His chest heaved against hers, and after a few more moments, he exhaled, and his soul reentered his body. “Did you just lick my arm?”

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe.”

“That was hot.”

She grinned.

He grinned.

Then he rolled off her and went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. “Give me like thirty minutes, then we can go again, okay?”

Her mouth dropped open. Thirty minutes? That was it?

Russell was a once-a-day ejaculation guy. Not that they did it once a day—thank God. But he could never go more than once.

Before they got together, and when they first got together, she’d had a particularly high sex drive. But as he grew abusive, she looked for every excuse in the book not to have sex. Which was what she figured pushed him to cheat.

She still didn’t have the sex drive she once had, but she was getting it back slowly.

But a man like Caden, who only needed a thirty-minute refractory period … he seemed like just the right solution to her lull.

He returned from the bathroom with two glasses of water and a big smile on his face. “Well, if that’s not the most beautiful sight. You, naked, flushed, and fresh off two orgasms.” He handed her a glass, and she sat up, but before she could take a sip, he kissed her. “Would it be cliché for me to ask you to treat me like your pole and climb me?”

She snorted and rolled her eyes. But the smile that graced her mouth was unavoidable as she took a sip of her water. “A little cliché, yeah, but … if you can hold me up, I can think of a few creative positions we could do.”

There were the dimples again. “Luna Love, I am your pole for the night, use me, abuse me, and climb all over me.”

She set her water glass down on the night stand and he did the same, then she pushed him back to the bed and straddled him. “Sure, but first, let’s see how well you can hold your breath.”

Then she climbed over him and sat on his face just as he cupped her ass cheeks and murmured, “Good girl.”

Chapter Three

She might have been delirious from all the orgasms, but she wasn’t drunk, and she had the forethought to set the alarm on her phone for five o’clock during one of their sex-lulls.

Because even though she hadn’t planned on staying the night with Caden, she ended up falling asleep with his arm around her from behind, her bare ass nestled in the crook of his body, against his finally flaccid cock as he breathed lightly and evenly behind her.

And it was nice.

Really nice.

She hadn’t cuddled with anyone in a really long time, and she forgot how nice it was.

Yes, the sex and orgasms were amazing, but you still got that surge of oxytocin from cuddling, too.

Her alarm went off at five, but Caden didn’t stir more than to roll over and hug his pillow.

She quickly got dressed, double-checked she had everything, then dug into her wallet for money, scrawled a note that said My share of the hotel room before setting them both next to his wallet and keys and leaving quieter than a church mouse.

The smile on her face as she took the elevator down to the lobby was hurting her cheeks by the time she reached the main floor. She was also walking a little funny.

Caden No-Last-Name was hands down the best sex she’d ever had.

And he was a total stranger.

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