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“Not a damn thing. I burn water, but I love watching how others cook. It is soothing.”

He laughs at my answer, which is the wrong thing to do because it makes his body rub against mine.

Damn this statue of hotness.

“I guess it is a good thing that I cook, then.”

“You cook?” I am shocked by his admission, though I should not be since he has kids.

“Can’t keep feeding my kids Happy Meals, babe. They like home-cooked meals.”

“Wow.” He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me again.

This time, I let my hands move on their own, making their own mind up that they want to explore his body. His smooth skin feels amazing beneath my fingertips. He is hot and hard, yet smooth and soft at the same time.

His body is a work of art, and I love seeing what I have so far.

His tongue tangles with my own, making him growl into my mouth, while he presses his body down onto mine. When his abdomen collides with mine I moan into his mouth, loving the feel of his hot body.

“Need to see you come, need to feel you, baby.” He groans, moving his lips down my jaw and the onto my neck, sucking on the skin.

My back arches off the bed, pressing into him, and he growls.

Kohen leans to the side, keeping his lips attached to my neck, his fingertips skimming along my skin, cupping each breast in turn, tugging on my nipples.

“Oh,” I breathe out, a hot sensation rushing through my body when his hand slides beneath the material of my panties, finding me wet and needy for him.

“Damn, you are dripping for me.” Slowly, his fingers push through my swollen lips, before he moves them in a circular motion at my soaked entrance.

“Kohen.” I pant.

“Fuck, I love my name on your lips. I will give you what you need, baby.” He slips one finger into me, making me gasp, then he adds another.

“Oh, god,” I whimper.

“Going to make you come, so you soak my palm, Mads. Give me your first orgasm.”

He finger fucks me fast, pulling harsh breaths out of me. He brings his head up, watching me with such intensity, I can feel with each passing second that stare deep in my soul. So much so that I come, my body locking up, stealing any sound from me.

He growls, biting his lip, riding out my climax with me, before in a blink his hand is gone. He reaches into the material of his boxer briefs, pulling his hard cock out and starts to jerk off.

His fist is tight around his shaft as he pumps himself and holy shit, it is so hot to watch.

Taking in the sight before me, I bask in the afterglow of my own climax while watching this insanely hot man chase his own orgasm as he watching me.

“Fucking love your eyes on me, baby. Going to come, coating you with my seed.” He grunts, then I feel the hot spurt of his cum on my stomach and pussy.

“Oh, god that is hot,” I whimper, my body tingling again.

He looks down at his mess, running a finger through the white liquid, rubbing it into my skin. My nipples pebble at the sight.

I am oddly weirded out that I like something like that.

The realization comes crashing down onto me like a ten story building, and I gasp, leaping from the bed. I pick up a discardedshirt off the floor cleaning my body then quickly pulling on my top and skirt from last night.

Avoiding his gaze, which I know is one filled with an arrogant smirk, I find all of my things. I head for the door, trying to keep my rapidly beating heart from giving out on me and sending me to the freaking morgue.

“I am not this person. Someone who just did that with someone she hardly knows. I have to go.” I grip onto the door handle, pulling it open when his voice stops me.

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