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“What are you thinking?” she asks curiously.

I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind her ear before answering. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am.”

She blushes slightly and ducks her head. “You don’t have to say that,” she mumbles shyly. “I mean… it’s not like you have to.”

“I know,” I tell her softly. “But I want to.”

My fingers trail down the curve of her spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake as I continue speaking.

I can’t stop myself from pressing my lips against hers. The kiss deepens gradually, becoming more passionate but still tender and unhurried. Abby’s hand slips beneath the waistband of my boxers, whilst the fingers of her other hand trace patterns on the small of my back as she pulls me closer.

Arousal stirs within me at her touch, desire slowly smouldering into something hotter and more intense. I can feel myself hardening against her thigh, and I know that she must feel the evidence of my need.

But despite the rising heat between us, our kisses remain languid and leisurely—a slow burn rather than a raging inferno. It’s like we’re savouring each taste and touch, fully present in this intimate moment.

Then I sit up and slowly, deliberately, peel off my boxers, revealing my hard cock to her hungry gaze.

Abby watches me as I undress, her breath coming in shallow pants. When I’m finally as naked as she is, she stretches out beneath me on the mattress and gives me a sultry smile.

“Ready for some morning delight?” I chuckle as I lower myself down to cover her body with my own. Our skin meets and it’s like electricity—a shock of sensation that makes us both shiver.

I capture her lips with mine once again in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless. Then my mouth begins to trail a path of fire down the smooth column of her neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin.

Her hands tangle in my hair as she moans softly, arching her body against mine in silent invitation. And I gladly accept the unspoken offer, moving lower to lavish the sameattention on each rosy peak before continuing my journey south.

My lips map every inch of her body with slow precision—from the valley between her breasts to the soft curve of her waist and the dip of her navel. By the time I reach the apex of her thighs, she’s trembling with anticipation.

I part her legs gently and settle into position between them, inhaling deeply to take in the intoxicating scent of her arousal. Then I lean forward to press a gentle kiss against swollen flesh.

Abby gasps at the contact, hips jerking involuntarily as pleasure courses through her veins like liquid fire. But I hold her steady with one hand on her hip while using my other hand to stroke soothing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

I continue this maddeningly slow pace for what feels like an eternity, teasing her with soft kisses and gentle caresses. Her moans grow louder and more desperate with each passing second, mingling with the sound of my name on her lips.

“Jon… please…”

The plea in her voice is like a punch to the gut, causing my own need to surge forward with a vengeance. But I force myself to remain still, fighting against the overwhelming urge to taste her until she’s quivering and helpless beneath me.

Finally, when I can’t take it any longer, I yield to the demands of both body and heart. My tongue dips into her wet heat for the first time, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves before flicking against it in rapid succession.

Abby cries out at the contact, hips bucking against my mouth as pleasure courses through her like a live wire. Ihold on tight as she rides out the waves of ecstasy that threaten to overwhelm us both.

Her thighs clamp around my head like a vice as an orgasm rips through her body. I ease back slowly, letting go of one thigh at a time before collapsing beside her on the sheets—breathless and dizzy with need. Abby turns onto her side to face me, brown eyes filled with something unspoken and I am scared to hear what it is.

Chapter 11

Abigail

“Muuuum, I’m hungry!” Thedoor flies open, banging against the wall with a force that makes me bolt upright. Layla barrels into the room, clutching Mr Fluffers, her well-loved stuffed rabbit, her face full of impatience and mischief.

I blink at her, my heart still racing. Then it hits me—a heavy arm is draped across my waist. A verynakedarm.

Oh no… we must have nodded off again!

I glance down, my face heating up. Sure enough, both the arm and the man attached to it are very much unclothed.

Layla’s now standing by the bed, her wide eyes darting curiously between me and Jon. “Why is Doctor Jon in your bed?” she asks innocently, tilting her head as Mr Fluffers dangles from her grasp.

I jolt upright, clutching the duvet tightly around me. My abrupt movement earns me a groggy “Ow,” from Jon as my elbow finds his ribs.

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