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“I think I’m addicted to your mouth and pussy, Legs,” he said after a few minutes.

I laid my hand on his chest and smiled. “Good, Dimples. It’s only fair.”

We finally made our way back inside, cleaned up together, then twisted around each other in his bed. We talked about our families, work, and whatever else came to mind until we drifted off to sleep a little while later.

Early the next morning, I woke on my back with Damien kneeling between my thighs, licking my clit and sliding a finger inside my passage. I reached down and grabbed his hair, then rocked into him. He sucked on me for a few more minutes, then crawled up my body.

Damien cupped the side of my face and skimmed his thumb across my cheekbone. “I want to fuck your beautiful breasts. You up for a little revised sixty-nine?” I’d have been up for anything when he asked me like that.

I grinned sleepily at him. “Yes. This is a delicious way to wake up.”

He smiled, then rolled me onto my side. He positioned himself on his side with his face next to my pussy. We got ourselves situated between a few gropes and laughter.

I grasped his cock and slid it into my mouth to get it wet and slippery. Then I pulled it out and slid his shaft between my breasts, pushing my mounds together. He thrust in and out of the tight wet space I’d created. Then he pulled my hips to his mouth, peeling my lips back, and flicked and lapped at my clit.

My pussy was sore and a little sensitive from all the sex we’d had the night before, but I loved the feel of his mouth and warm breath on my clit. My mind drifted, and I felt bliss and endorphins slide through my body as we worked each other.

A few moments later, he started thrusting between my breasts in earnest. He bit and nibbled on my clit and slid a couple of fingers inside me. My pelvis clenched, and I squeezed around Damien’s fingers. He drove deeper inside me and continued to rhythmically lick my clit. My back locked as I came all over his fingers and mouth.

His thrusts became more erratic until he pushed into my chest one last time and covered my breasts with spurts of hot semen. I lay there for a minute, catching my breath and savoring the afterglow of my climax. When Damien rolled over on his back, I haphazardly wiped myself off with his sheet. We lay sprawled together across his bed for a while, both of us a little dazed.

I lay there basking in the afterglow of sex with Damien, thinking about how good my life was right then. Maybe the holidays were actually going to be fun this year. Then I started worrying, wondering if I’d just jinxed myself.

Chapter 26

OliviaandIspentSaturday morning together since she planned to stay at Ava’s house for the rest of her trip.

We did an online yoga session together and when the video ended, I turned to Olivia. “I know you love yoga, but there’s just not enough movement or resistance for me to call it exercise.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s because it’s not just exercise, dummy. You increase your flexibility, and gain energy and balance.”

“Did you just call me ‘dummy’? Didn’t the yoga instructor just say we need to set our good intentions for the day? How’s that working for you?”

She shrugged. “It usually works fine unless I’m around you. Yoga can help you center yourself and regulate your emotions.”

“I get all that, but sometimes it feels like doing one of Ava’s golf mediation and affirmation sessions instead of working out.”

“Don’t be a hater. Just because you’re not dripping with sweat and sore the next day, doesn’t mean it isn’t a workout.”

“Hmm. I’m pretty sure itdoesmean that.”

She shook her head. “Fine. You do you.”

We got cleaned up, then took Gary on a walk to the local coffee house for breakfast.

“I love your neighborhood.” Olivia looked around as we walked over to Paws for Coffee.

Several homes sported festive holiday decorations—done Palm Springs style—and the neighborhood was quiet and peaceful the day before Christmas. While we ate, we talked about Ava.

“Have you asked her about us easing off on monitoring her?” I asked.

“I tried. But she wasn’t in the mood to talk about it. I did talk to her about a cat though.”

“What did she say?” I asked as I reached down to give Gary a scratch behind his ears.

“She seemed receptive to it, but she wants a kitten. Then she started looking up different expensive cat breeds online. I hope we didn’t open a can of worms.”

“The last thing she needs is an expensive breed that requires a lot of care and fussing over.”

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