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Yes! This feels so good!

And then his tempo changes as he drives even deeper, thrusting to the finish line with a growl, a jerk, and a deep hard push that has me seeing stars.

“Oooommmm.” I let out this sound I swear I’ve never made before, and then my chest starts to rattle with deep, satisfied laughter.

Carson flops down on top of me, catching his breath and nestling his lips against my shoulder.

“Good job, kitten,” he finally manages to rasp. “Good job.”

I laugh again, wondering if he realizes that he’s the one who should be winning a gold medal right now.

I’ll let him know in a second, when my heart has slowed to a mild thunder and I’ve found the ability to talk again.

CHAPTER38

CARSON

I could have stayed between those luscious legs all night, but I started to worry that I was hurting her, so I rolled off the hottest ride I’ve had in a long time… maybe even ever. Skimming my fingers down the shape of her, I check out that perfect ebony skin and settle onever. She’s the hottest ride ever.

And she’s all mine.

She said so before.

Man, I can’t believe I got so jealous of her butthead ex. I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly hated the idea of any other guy taking what I want. She’s mine. Just mine.

I’ve never felt that way about a girl before, which should be freaking me out and driving me from this room faster than I can put my pants back on.

But I can’t move.

Flopping down beside her, I take the tissue she passes me and get cleaned up while she ducks into the en suite bathroom.

Kinda cool that she has that.

Buckley Hall is the newest building on campus, so I guess they went with a touch of luxury to match that other building they finished a couple years back. I wouldn’t mind my own private bathroom. Having to share two bathrooms between five—well, now six and a half—people can be fucking annoying.

I should stay here more often.

Shut the fuck up. What are you on?

Just enjoy tonight for what it is.

Which is what exactly?

Other than freaking hot sex, I have no idea.

Nylah walks back into the room with this adorable smile on her face, and even if I wanted to go back out in that rain, I couldn’t do it.

Instead, I shuffle back and hold the covers up so she can slide that perfect body next to me. Wrapping the duvet back around her, I pull her against my chest and make sure she’s comfy.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She drapes her arm across my stomach and lets out a satisfied sigh. “That was awesome, by the way.” Patting my stomach, she looks up with a playful grin. “You did good, caveman. Real good.”

I don’t even bother fighting my grin this time. I just let her have it, free of charge.

She gazes at my face, then rises up to her elbow and drinks me in like I’m special. I should really tell her that I’m not, but I can’t find my voice right now.

Shit, she’s owning me, and I’m helpless to stop her.

I don’t do sleepovers with chicks. We bang, say “thank you very much,” and then we’re on our way.

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