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He held my hips steady as he thrust into me fast and hard and without mercy.

“Charlie,” he said. “Charlie.” He came as loudly as he did in the kitchen and I lay there, smiling giddily, my ears ringing as he jerked into me with a soul-deep, drawn-out moan of satisfaction, and collapsed on top of me.

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Kevin recovered before I did, which didn’t come as a surprise. He pushed himself up to hands and knees and I felt him hovering over me.

“What are you doing?” I murmured into the pillow.

He ran a gentle hand down my spine. “Looking at you.” He stroked me again.

I enjoyed the attention, right up until he pried my cheeks apart. I jackknifed against the mattress and tried to curl up into a little ball.

“You’re all pink,” he said, sounding darkly pleased about it. “I’ve made a right mess of you.”

“Oh my god, Kevin,don’t look there.”

“Why not? I want to.”

“Noooo.” I flailed some more, shoving at him, and got onto my back.

He made another of those pleased sounds, eyes locking on my groin.

I clapped a protective hand over my spent dick.

He stared at me. “Can’t I look at that either?”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“I…”

I had no idea why not.

“You turn me on,” Kevin said. “I’d look at you all day long, given half a chance.” He was straddling me, and he very deliberately dragged his gaze up and down my body. “I want to blow you,” he said suddenly.

“Now?”

Kevin cocked his head at whatever expression crossed my face. “Not a fan? I love blow jobs. Then again, that’s not saying much. I love it all. Never given one before, though. I want to get my mouth on you. Oh, and I’ll be rimming you, too.”

I was already red in the face. At that confident and matter-of-fact statement, my cheeks began to throb. Fresh sweat popped out on my forehead.

He bit his lip, pleased with the reaction he got out of me.

“Where’s the condom?” I said suddenly. “You did wear one, right?”

“Pfft,” he said. “Of course I did.” He hitched a thumb over the side of the bed. “I dealt with it already.”

“Do you mean you tossed it?” I said indignantly.

“I tied it off first.”

I knew better than to leave anything lying around on the floor with Phil in the house. He had a bizarre aversion to coming upstairs and hadn’t done it once the entire time we’d lived together, but Phil was Phil, and I wouldn’t risk it. “Give it to me.” I held out a hand.

He raised a brow.

“I need the bathroom,” I told him primly, “and I may as well take it with me.”

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