Page 85 of Time Out

My body lit up with sensation, my thighs shook, and right as I felt another orgasm cresting, Davis slipped his hand at my hip to my front. His fingers pressed against my nerves there, so swollen and wet, and as he worked me from inside and outside. I bit down on the sheets beneath me, cried out in pleasure as it took me over again.

My heart was racing, thundering in my ears, and still Davis moved, grunted as I pulsed around him.

“That’s it. Squeeze everything I have out of me. Take it, honey. So good. God, you feel soo…” His hips bucked wildly. Once. Twice, and then he was squeezing the flesh at my shoulder to the point of risking bruises.

I did not give a single crap if he marked me.

I wanted his marks everywhere.

He slammed into me, forcing me to my stomach, and his lips came down to the top of my head. “Shit, Maggie. I think I might have died.” He emptied himself inside of me.

The throb of him against my settling pulses, and we lay there, me covered with his weight and scent and him pressing soft kisses to the back of my neck, the side, over to where he’d clung to my shoulder. He kissed each red mark from his fingertips, apologizing.

I had no words left to tell him it didn’t matter. That I loved every minute of it and when he slid out of me, I whimpered at the loss of him.

“Did I hurt you?” He rolled me to my side, skimmed his hand down my stomach, over my hip.

“No. It was incredible.”

“You’re incredible. Stay there.” He kissed my hip bone, the swollen area of my lower stomach with a soft smile and pushed off the bed. “Let me clean you up.”

Good thing he remembered. By the time he returned and pressed a warm cloth to my core, I jumped from the surprise, already half-asleep.

“Come on, honey.” He tugged my hand and helped me to my feet. “You’ll feel better in the morning if you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”

I’d feel perfectly fine in the morning as long as I woke up next to him. Still, I listened. Brushed my teeth and chugged some water, and Davis brought me the shirt I’d thrown to the floor earlier, and we climbed back into bed together.

He slid in behind me, wrapped his arms around me, and pressed a kiss to my shoulder, letting his lips linger there.

I was half-asleep, drained from the day and orgasms and life, and still he had to know.

“I’m yours, too, you know.”

His hand squeezed mine at my stomach. “Good.”

I was pretty sure I fell asleep to his contented sigh.

Chapter 26

Maggie

I woke in the same position I fell asleep without the heat behind me and the arms surrounding me. Like every other morning, I’d woken up after a night with Davis, I was quickly realizing the man was not someone to lounge in bed. It was only seven, the sun wasn’t close to rising, and next to me on the nightstand was my phone, a glass of juice, and a plate of crackers and cheese.

The juice was still cold and as soon as I brought it to my lips, sitting up in the bed, the chilled tang was delicious as it slid down my throat. I quickly followed that first sip with a cracker and unplugged my phone.

He thought of everything, and I was smiling as I unlocked my phone only to have it buzz in my hand with an incoming call.

No Caller ID shone on my screen. Too damn early for anyone I knew to call me. I went to ignore it but paused.

The last time I spoke to my sister, she’d called from a phone she hadn’t wanted me to know she had and blocked the number.

I tapped the green button and brought the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

“Magdalene?”

“Ruth?” Her voice was a harsh whisper, making it hard to hear. “Are you okay?”

“What are you doing out there?”

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