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We hadn’t done sleepovers. There’d been an unspoken agreement that spending the night together would go outside the bounds of the arrangement. Unless we were spending the whole time having sex, it wouldn’t serve our established purpose.
And while an all-night sex-a-thon was definitely in the “yes, please” column of my Things-To-Try list, it wasn’t why I asked him to stay.
Something softened in his gaze that squeezed my heart tighter. The instinct to run from it, to retract the question before he had to answer, circled my ribs, but I didn’t cling to it. Not while it was just the two of us in the darkening cocoon of my bedroom and the soft space we held for each other.
A smile touched his lips. “I’ll stay. But I already got you a present.”
My own smile widened as he reached for the washcloth again. “You did?”
He nodded and cleaned my chest, gentle on my tender breasts.
“What is it?”
He laughed at the eagerness in my voice. “You have to wait to find out, greedy girl.”
Arousal pooled in my belly at the nickname. He liked it when I was greedy. “Will you give me a hint?”
He set the washcloth on the edge of the towel before scooping me into his arms and carrying me toward the bathroom. “No, but I’ll give you a shower.”
Giddy energy coursed through me, guiding my tongue to his neck. “Did you bring more condoms?” I murmured.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “I guess we know you’re horny during your period.” He took in the way I bit my finger and stared at his lips. They twitched with amusement. “Noted.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Gabe
I bitmy lip against the sparks firing across my vision and straight down my spine as Aubrey’s pussy clamped around my cock in her second orgasm of the morning.
I knew spending the night would be hard—sharing her bed, whispering to each other as we fell asleep, being able to feel her beside me, to hear her soft breaths as she slept. She’d asked me to stay as a birthday present to her, but I was the one getting the gift. This piece of her I shouldn’t be allowed, which meant it was better if I never got it again.
But waking to her rubbing her ass against my crotch made it impossible not to want this every morning.
I’d laid the towel down, slid off her panties, and spooned her from behind, letting her sink herself onto me and take what she needed. Unlike yesterday, one orgasm didn’t seem to be enough, and even after two, she was still bearing down, arching her back to grind her ass into me.
I didn’t know if this was the period cramps or something else, and I didn’t care. My body was hers.
As I rubbed the wildflowers tattooed on her thigh, obsessed with her smooth skin, she reached for my hip to pull me deeper.
I groaned by her ear. “You want me to thrust?” I’d been letting her guide the movement, not wanting to go too rough if she was sensitive. But the way she circled her pelvis made me think she craved friction.
She jerked her head in a nod. “Start slow, but—God,yeah…”
I rolled my hips in one smooth motion, pulling out and sinking to the hilt, my balls grinding against her ass while my head rubbed deep inside. I did it again and again, slow and steady, bracing my foot on the bed and holding her to me with a hand on her soft belly. Her inner muscles contracted again, and her head rolled forward on her pillow.
“There you go, sweetheart, let it come. I got you.”
“Gabe.Oh?—”
Her hand clasped my waist, pulling me so I was practically on top of her, driving her into the bed.
“God, baby.” She felt unreal. Her body beneath mine seemed to glow in the bright morning light, her skin shining with sweat. I brushed her hair from the side of her face so I could watch her fall apart. Between her parted lips, deep moans, and rhythmic pulses, it was enough to send me over the edge.
When I could finally move again, I pulled out and tied off the condom, wrapping it in some tissues she kept beside her bed. Then I rolled onto my back to catch my breath, making room for her against my chest. I’d get up for a washcloth in a minute.
She didn’t seem in any more of a hurry as she snuggled close, checking the towel was still in place beneath her. “Was that my present?” she asked, walking her fingers over the slick skin of my chest.
My abs contracted as my lips rose. “No. That was just fun.”
