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“Oh Bryan,” I mumbled. “Don’t stop.”

His thrusts increased in speed and he pounded into me harder. Suddenly, he stepped away and I turned, expecting him to come. Instead, he pressed his lips into me again, and picked up one leg around the thigh, his cock hovering at my opening.

“I want to see you,” he slurred. “I want to look in your eyes while I come.”

I nodded, my knees feeling weak as his grumbling, commanding voice spoke directly to my body. I couldn’t deny him if I had wanted to. Thankfully, I did. I wanted to with everything in me.

I wrapped the leg around him as he slid deep inside me again. My breasts brushed against his hardened chest as he slammed into me with long, slow thrusts. Our eyes burned into each other as he increased his speed. I could feel myself about to climax again, but I wanted him to experience it too. I wanted to hold off so we could do it together.

His cock was throbbing in my aching pussy and my voice rose in high-pitched yips with each thrust. Slowly, his voice joined mine, a low grumble at first and then rising, both in pitch and volume as the intensity overwhelmed him. Our eyes stayed locked on each other as I felt my body quiver, my toes curl.

“Come for me,” I cried. “Come with me.”

His head threw back and his eyes clenched shut as his body stood still after one last massive thrust. He exploded inside me and I fell tumbling over into the most powerful orgasm of my life. I screamed out a shout of carnal joy and reveled in the sensation of my body emptying him. Slowly, we crumpled into the floor of the shower together, spent and satisfied, letting the water cascade down our hitching chests.

A while later, I was draped next to Bryan in his massive bed, reveling in the new experience.

I could definitely get used to lying in Bryan's arms. It felt comfortable and peaceful, like the rest of the world didn't exist for that bit of time when it was just us in the humming afterglow. We lay there in silence for a while, just enjoying the feeling, my head rested on his chest and his arm around me.

I was just starting to drift off to sleep when his chest rumbled as he spoke.

“Hmmm?” I asked.

“A baker,” he said. “I've always dreamed of being a baker.”

I lifted my head and turned it so I rested my chin on my arm folded across his chest and looked at him.

“What?” I asked.

“The first time we were going around taking pictures and you told me that you're in law school because you want to be a lawyer, you said I've never wanted anything. That I didn't know what it was like to have dreams. That's not true. I've always dreamed of being a baker. It might sound ridiculous, but I started watching baking shows years ago and wanted to learn, so I secretly started learning. I really enjoy it and if I could choose what I could do for my career, that would be it.”

“You want to be a baker?” I asked.

He nodded, staring up at the ceiling. “I want to decorate cakes and make amazing pastries and breads. I want a bakery where people can come pick something up for breakfast or lunch, or get a treat. I would love for somebody to order their birthday cake or wedding cake from me.”

The revelation stunned me. I stared at him for a beat, processing what he told me and the vulnerability he was showing.

“Why don't you do it?” I asked.

He shook his head. “It's just a stupid dream.”

I lifted my head up and moved up closer to his face. “No, it's not. It's fantastic.”

Now he looked at me and I could see a swirl of emotion in his eyes. “My family would never go for it. My future was set for me, and that's just the way it is.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Bryan

I woke up the next morning to Courtney stretching in the sheets beside me. It made her skin stroke against mine and it took everything in me not to scoop her into my arms and greet the day with another romp.

She smiled at me when I turned to the side to look at her.

“Good morning,” she said.

“Good morning. How did you sleep?”

“So well,” she said, leaning over to give me a quick kiss.

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