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And I guess that fucking does it because Daisy cries out, a desperate moan finally ripping from her throat.

Well, fuck me.

I’m gonna have to cut that out later, but I can’t even bring myself to care. I want her way too badly now. I cut the recording, barely able to contain myself, and crawl onto the bed beside her.

I waste no time as I devour her neck, too overwhelmed to worry about anything else.

“El, wait,” she whimpers as my fingers take over, sliding inside of her with ease. “You need to finish.”

“Oh, I’m gonna finish. Don’t you worry about that.”

She laughs. “I mean the audio.”

“There are more important things to take care of, don’t you think?”

“Mm,” she moans as my fingers hit the front of her walls, curling against her favorite spot. “Like what?”

“Like taking care of my girlfriend and her needy little cunt.” I punctuate each word with another curl of my fingers, pulling and pushing against her until she explodes around me, her body trembling with pleasure. “You like those words, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

She makes quick work of removing my pants, and then I’m finally inside of her, my cock sliding through her wetness. We moan together, our movements synchronizing. She’s tight around me, squeezing me in just the right ways as I thrust into her.

“That’s my pretty girl,” I murmur. “You stayed so fucking quiet for me, but now I need to hear you.”

She moans, high-pitched and uncontrolled, murmuring something about how much she likes my cock, how perfect the fit is. It’s mostly gibberish, but it still makes me feel good to know she’s enjoying herself.

She tilts her hips, grinding against me with every stroke, and suddenly, I’m right there with her. I yell out her name as I come, plunging deep inside of her. And once we’re done, we just lie there for a while, tangled in the sheets, spent and breathless.

Finally, she breaks the silence, her hand tracing patterns along my chest. “So, did I fully ruin your take, then?”

“Not at all.” I laugh softly, planting a sweet kiss on her forehead. “I’m sure I can fix it up in editing. They just needed a quick clip.”

“Good,” she whispers, breath heavy. “Because I don’t think I could sit through that again.”

“Ah, but you did so good.”

“Really?” she asks incredulously. “I don’t think they want to hear my desperate, heavy breathing in the background.”

I press a kiss to her lips, the smile clear in my voice. “Well, I, for one, love it when you’re desperate.”

“Of course you do,” she says with a playful huff, nestling closer.

I tighten my grip around her, and we lie together like that—limbs twisted, hands intertwined—until my heart steadies beneath her, until we can’t manage to stay awake another second longer.

36

DAISY

The morning sun,the sizzle of bacon, and the sweet scent of fresh strawberry muffins—it’s the perfect recipe for a lazy Sunday morning.

Gracie meticulously cracks one of the muffins open, steam pouring out. She spreads butter on one side, and then smashes the two halves back together, her nose scrunched in concentration.

Next to her, Elio flips the bacon with the expertise of a seasoned chef. I can’t help but smile at the picture of domestic bliss we make, the three of us gathered around the kitchen cooking breakfast.

“So,” Gracie begins, taking her first bite. “I’m assuming you two aren’t heading back to Cape Casserat for Christmas?”

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