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“You sure know all the right things to say.”

He helps reposition me at the top of the bed, letting my head rest on a pillow before lying on his side next to me. “Just being honest, Lucia.”

And just like that, I fall even further.

“I need you. Please do something.”

“Well, I know I gave you your birthday sex the other day, but seeing as we didn’t celebrate until tonight, I’m inclined to think you’re owed another round.” Ari trails his hand up the inside of my thigh, resting it between my legs. “Tell me what you want, Lucia. Do you want me to use my hands?”

“Yes,” I nod.

“What else do you want?” he asks, trailing a finger over my slit as I spread my legs for him.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“That’s my girl.”

Ari seals his lips over mine at the same time as he pushes one finger inside me. I moan into his mouth, and he uses that opportunity to slide his tongue inside while pushing another finger into me.

His thumb teases my clit gently, and he falls into a perfect rhythm, tongues dancing together as he edges me toward release.

He reaches his other arm around by sliding it underneath me, and he teases it over my pussy before sliding it between mycheeks. When he pushes it inside my ass, I moan loudly as I start to feel my orgasm creeping in.

He pumps his fingers in both holes for a few moments before hooking them inside me, pulling my orgasm out of me hard and fast.

I come all over his fingers as he works me through, not stopping until I melt into the bed.

Ari pulls his fingers out of me and licks them clean. “So fucking good, baby.”

“You call me baby sometimes,” I point out. “But usually sweetheart. Why?”

The light in the room is dim, but I can still make out the hint of a blush on his cheeks.

“Can I let you in on a secret, Lucia?” He closes his eyes and takes a breath. “I’ve never called anyone else sweetheart. That’s only ever been you.”

I’m shocked by the admission.

“But you started calling me sweetheart the first time we hooked up…”

He smiles at me sheepishly. “I know.”

“Why?” I ask softly,hopefully.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “I still don’t know. All I know is that to me, you’re my sweetheart.”

It’s not the admission I was hoping for, but it’s still something.

There has to be a reason I’m the only person he’s ever called sweetheart. He just hasn’t realized what it is he yet.

That’s enough for me right now.

“Ari,” I say, rolling onto my back and pulling him on top of me. “Please fuck me.”

“Mmm. I think I like the sound of you begging.”

“Don’t get used to it,” I tease.

His only response is to kiss me as he comes to rest between my spread legs.