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I blush, but then I say with fake confidence, “I was playing hard to get.”

“I hate to break it to you, angel, but you weren’t that hard to get.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me. I try to be outraged at his words. I open my mouth and do an exaggerated inhale while putting my hands on my chest. He laughs and kisses me hard on the lips. “It was the best night of my life,” he whispers, and I melt into the kiss, forgetting about our tablemates until someone loudly clears their throat.

Jacob has a smirk on his face, his eyebrows reaching the middle of his forehead.

“I know you’re not talking, Jake. You can’t keep your tongue out of Sandy’s mouth for more than five minutes.”

Sandy laughs, but then she nods in agreement, not the least bit embarrassed. To prove her point, she leans over and gives her fiancé a kiss far too sensuous for the breakfast table.

“You keep kissing me like that, and I’m going to say screw the museum and get us a room,” Jake says to Sandy. She pulls away, tosses her napkin on the table and declares that it’s time for them to go.

“No room, baby. We have stuff to do.”

We say our goodbyes in the parking garage, and I watch as Jake opens the door to a sleek Porsche for his fiancée.

“So,” Jason says a few minutes later as we drive through the city, in the opposite direction of his house. “Let’s get you a blow dryer and whatever else you need for my place.”

I shake my head and tell him it’s unnecessary, but he drives to a nearby Target. We walk side by side as he pushes the shopping cart, and I pick out items.

“You want to get something to wear to work tomorrow or do you want to go somewhere else? We can go to Macy’s. I can get you a dress for the wedding.”

I drop my hand and forget all about the bottle of detangler when I hear his words. He’s not even looking in my direction but reading the label on the bottle of shampoo I just picked out.

“Um,” I say, speaking slowly, “I’m going home tonight since you have to work, and I can buy my own dress. I’m going shopping with Ananda and Mellie tomorrow after work.”

“I know I have to work, but I want you to stay. Invite Ananda over and have a sleepover. Don’t girls have pillow fights at sleepovers?” He reaches above my head and grabs two of the bottles of detangler and drops them into the cart.

“I think that’s the plotline to a porno.”

“Mm-hmm,” he says as he looks down the aisle before putting his hands on my breasts, giving them a squeeze. My nipples harden under his hand. He steps closer and kisses me deeply. Just as I’m wrapping my arms around his waist, the loud squeak of a shopping cart pulls me out of my lust-filled daze and brings me back to reality.

“Let’s finish up so we can get out of here. I think the clothes are this way.” He maneuvers the cart out of the hair care aisle to the other side of the store.

And that’s what we do. It takes about half an hour to find two outfits and check out. As soon as we pull into the detached garage, he grabs the bags and we run inside his house, undressing each other, our clothes making a pathway to his bedroom. The minute his door closes, we strip each other of our underwear, but we do nothing but stare at each other for several minutes. Finally, I reach over and trace my fingers down his flat, hard stomach. He lets out a loud breath when I do the same with the tip of his very hard cock.

He massages my breasts, turning my nipples into firm pebbles after just one touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says so softly that I almost don’t hear him. “And these,” he says, squeezing my breasts again, “are amazing.” Without another word, he lifts me off my feet and tosses me onto his massive bed, the same bed we didn’t bother to make before we left for breakfast. He’s on top of me in an instant, his head between my breasts as he alternates between sucking and kissing them. He latches onto them so hard I know I will have purple patches for days to come, but I don’t care. I let him explore my body, and he does not disappoint. As much as I want to explore his, I let him have his moment, knowing I’ll get mine very soon. He touches and kisses every inch of me, telling me how beautiful I am along his journey.

My mom always told me to be proud of my body, even the flaws. I’ve never had body image issues but being worshipped by Jason is a whole new level. I’ve never felt so confident or reveled so much in being a woman, his woman.

“I think you were made for me, angel.” That’s the last thing he says before he slides his giant cock inside of me. We don’t speak again. The only sounds in the room are our moans of pleasure.

CHAPTER 23

JASON

“Angel?” I reach over and shut off my alarm before reaching for Alex, but all I feel are the cold sheets. My mouth is dry and feels like it’s full of cotton. Despite the mid-afternoon hour, thanks to the help of my sun blocking shades, my bedroom is completely black. The only sound in the room is the soft whirring of the ceiling fan.

I let out a loud groan and roll over, my mind still foggy from the deep sleep. I jump out of bed, still naked and sporting wood as I run to the shower, washing away the sleepiness and the sweet smell of sex.

“Something smells good,” I say a moment later. Alex is dressed in the yoga pants and T-shirt we bought earlier and is stirring something on the stove. She points to a chair in my kitchen, and when I sit, she comes over and kisses me.

“I made you breakfast,” she says against my mouth.

“Breakfast? It’s four in the afternoon?”

“You’ll love it.” She serves us scrambled eggs, bacon, and fresh fruit. We eat while she sits on my lap, and between bites, I put my head between her breasts and shake my head, causing her to throw her head back and laugh. I can feel the vibrations of her laughter on my face.

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