Page 57 of Sweeter Than Fiction

“Tell me what you want, Abby.”

Her tongue runs over her bottom lip. “I want more.”

“Fuck, I was hoping you’d say that,” I growl as I lift her off my lap and into my arms. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Chapter Twenty-two

Abby

There’s a boy in my bed.

Holy shit.

No, scratch that.

There’s a man in my bed.

A very attractive man who fucked me senseless last night.

Twice.

When I woke up, everything from last night came rushing back to me. Every sexy, wonderful detail.

I was lost inside my dirty thoughts when I felt one of his big arms wrap around me from behind. Still asleep, he holds me close.

Although he told me he was staying the night, I half-expected to wake up and find him gone.

But here he is.

This is a big deal to me—maybe even bigger than the sex. I’ve never had a man sleep next to me. After my past sexual encounters, I always just wanted them to get as far away from me as possible. Even the guys I dated for a little while never stayed. We each had our own space, and I liked it that way.

But with Don, something feels so different. I’m not in a hurry for him to leave. Maybe it’s because I’m still in a post-orgasm haze.

Or the fact that Don is a literal book boyfriend. I swear a woman had to have dreamed him up in her head. I roll over to look at him and see that he still looks damn near perfect. How do you look that good first thing in the morning?

I resemble ten miles of bad road.

Since I already have to pee, I decide to freshen. As gently as I can, I slip out of bed, careful not to wake up Don.

I quietly pad down the hallway to the bathroom. Once inside, I take a look in the mirror.

Oh, good grief, Abby. Looking like the crypt keeper.

I quickly run a brush through my sex hair and put some cream on the tiny bags under my eyes.

I then put on some deodorant and brush my teeth. After I do my business, I go back to bed to climb into the spot I just left.

This time, I must not be as gentle, though, because Don asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” I reply. “Just had to pee.”

He holds open the blanket for me. “Get back here.”

I scoot closer to him so that we are facing each other. I lay my head against his chest as he wraps his arms around me. How is it that we had sex twice, got all sweaty, and he still smells amazing?

I’m not really tired, but I’m not ready to get up yet either. This feels too nice.

I’ll just lie here and think about how wonderful last night was. Don made me come like he was turning on a freaking faucet. If that is how good it can be when he’s tame, I can only imagine how much better it can get. Maybe I’d be open to trying more with him. We could try all the things I’ve always thought about but never been comfortable enough to do.

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