Page 172 of Can't Always Get What You Want

“Say goodbye,” she sings, holding her finger over the pink icon, poised to tap on it.

“Goodbye long, self-entitled bios and weird gym selfies.”

She snorts. “Goodbye to men who think askingwhat are you wearingis flirty andnotjust code for ‘send nudes.’”

I wince. “Apologies on behalf of my entire gender. We’re still evolving.”

Nova’s finger lingers dramatically. Then—tap.

Delete.

I follow suit.

She tosses her phone onto the mattress like a mic drop. “And just like that, we’re off the market.”

I lean in, brushing a kiss to her cheek. “Guess I better make it worth your while.”

“Oh, you better,” she teases, eyes locking with mine. “Because I’ve seen what’s out there.”

I kiss her, sealing the deal.

Hand wandering as she eases herself down on the pillow, phone dropping to the carpet with a soft thud.

Her legs shift, one knee hitching up as I slide my palm along the curve of her thigh.

“You know,” I murmur against her lips, “if this is what deleting dating apps gets us, we should’ve done it weeks ago.”

“Weeks ago we were only on our first date.” She laughs, tipping her head back and giving me full access to her neck.

“Tragic,” I whisper, brushing my lips against her skin. “All that wasted time.”

I kiss along the curve of her throat, slow and deliberate, while my hand eases up her stomach. She arches slightly beneath me, hips shifting, breath catching as my palm finds the softness of her boobs.

She’s warm everywhere.

I push her shirt higher, pausing to glance up—her eyes are half-lidded, mouth parted. That look alone has me getting harder, still…

Gently suck her throat while my hand eases up her stomach.

Tits.

They’re full in my hands, fingers plucking at her hard nipples; I want her wet again so I can fuck her again.

I could stay here forever.

“I can’t stop touching you,” I murmur into her skin. “The fact you thought you could keep me at arm’s length…”

Hilarious.

“I know. I’m an idiot.” Her hands are in my hair, tugging me.

“You said you loved me in front of thousands of people. And if I have anything to say about it—you’re never getting rid of me now.”

Her mouth curves into the softest smile. “Good.”

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