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She slides over me, over and over again, and we both moan.
Loudly.
“Oh shit ...” I groan. “Fuck.”
Tits jiggling, she moves up and down.
Water splashes everywhere, but neither of us gives one single fuck.
Her hips move faster. Urgently. The friction and heat build to an almost unbearable level, and I can feel the tension coiling in my core, ready to snap.
No. No, no, no—it’s too soon to come.
Still. It’s not my choice. Her nipples and boobs and the bouncing, along with her glistening skin, are enough to put me over the edge.
“Margot, I’m close,” I warn, my voice strained.
“Oh God, me too,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop . . .
I grip her tighter, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we chase the edge together.
Slosh.
Splash.
It’s a mess.
But so motherfucking good . . .
Chapter 36
Margot
“You look so cute in those pajamas.”
“Do I?” Dex looks down his body at the bottoms that match my sleep shirt.
“It would have been even cuter if you had the top on. Then we’d actually be twinning.”
“Do you want me to put the top on?”
I shake my head, hand sliding over his bare chest. “No. Then I can’t feel you up.” I bite down on my bottom lip. “And now that we’re on the subject, you should probably not ever be allowed to wear a shirt.”
His body is too damn good.
Eye candy.
I could eat him up.
Cora would be pissing herself if she could see me now.Not that I want her to see my, uh, boyfriend’s naked chest, but you get the point I’m trying to make.
My finger runs over the hair on his chest, tracing a lazy, hypnotic path. Dex’s breath catches slightly, and he gives me one of those looks, a mix of amusement and affection.
He looks . . .
Smitten.
